The position I find myself in–an adventuring artist for hire with baffling connections–was not something I could have anticipated while I was in art school, writing stories about people who did this same thing (except in jetpacks, something I have been unable to acquire). Several times a year, I find myself flown out by universities to document their agents in the field, or on the deck of a tall ship in gale force winds, or one very special time (that I will keep vague to preserve the reputations of all involved) left alone at midnight at the bottom of the sea. I am an artist, environmentalist, and radical, saving what I can of what I love before the world crumbles.
I’m also fun at parties.
~ Under Dramatic Reconstruction ~
but enjoy some fruits of my labor
2/25/24
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BIRD
WATCHER
On my walk to Tennyson’s,
I stumbled on a man
A hunter—not of venison!
Of birds, he was a fan.
So charming did I find this sight
Of hobbyist and glass
I pulled my fountain pen to write,
Like some pretentious ass.
But ‘fore I could jot down the scene
That so inspired joy,
He put the spyglass to his lips
Like baby to a toy!
A starling soared right past the man,
(Who smelled, for all, of grape)
No chance was missed, for now I saw
Not telescope–but vape!
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