fāz/Back Issue

Back Issue. 18x14. Acrylic on paper on panel. (Ptg #67)

like an ancient comic book,

or carved rock face,

centuries forgotten,

but valuable, inside.

still available from the publisher,

at a price.

like the burning heart that reaches

and twists the lower spine,

hurt upon hurt.

like the never resolved

and never forgiven issues

from the past.

this face, i see,


by a smell,

a colour,

a dream.

when the black and white

back issues rise again,

so surprised to be woken

from early hibernation,

longing, reaching out, swollen…

it’s a stretch…

I thought I understood

this backbone of connection.

But Obviously

i was wrong,

all the way along the line,

I was wrong.

It is an issue of each past

of us all

and the future of illusion.


as I thought,


Back then of her and him.

And this face,

‘Sand Worms from Dune’

she said, emerging.

Me? It was always Alice,

searching for an entrance

to the beautiful garden.

Looking down at her feet

a lifetime distance away…

Connection lost.

Back Issue. 18×14. Acrylic on paper on panel. By clinock.

*(see fāz/ Ada and Anna for back story)*

still here…

water heartlaughing heart in flood

bleeding sunlight through the cracks,

scarred, but still beating.

photo and haiku by clinock

Offline, for a time…

is-okask the old question,

Is everything okay or not?

and Trickster appears.


photo and haiku by clinock. Credit to unknown artist.

I will be off-line for a while, the essential needs attention.


Art Rat.

art rat


Autumn Blues.

autumnbluesSummer’s blood

thinned by foghorns

and chilling rain

turns tentative,

injecting veins

with a shivering

stuttering neon.

blues detail1Stretched by wind

skin is tightened

into geometries

of angled cold,

light weakens,

eyes struggle

against sleep.

blues detail2

The season moves

with the languorous

throb and angst

of Tchaikovsky

grinding October blues

through the smoky air

of burning leaves.

blues detail3

blues detail4

Are these the colours

of rusting memories

of a summer gone?

the falling glories

of the wings of trees?

or the ragged motley

of a jester at a wake?


painting and poem by clinock (edited redux)

October’s face.

October's faceOctober’s face

torn by wet winds

erodes and decays,

entering a deep

and melancholic



It’s a worn and aging mask

painted with autumn


dreaming of sunflowers

broken by storms,

trees ripped into

spinning kaleidoscopes

of red and gold confetti,


tire marks

in the snow.


October’s face,

up against the wall of time



descends with the leaves

towards darker days.


Its beauty is short

but the fall

is long.


poem and photo by clinock (edited redux).

photo: found wall art, Vancouver. Thanks and Credit to unknown artist.

Autumn Resurrection

Resurrectionsometimes, even

in the season

of dying and farewells

the broken,

the rusted,

the rejected

are touched by magic,


garlanded in lights

and flowers,


and honoured

as fallen leaves

and a tenuous sun

ride summer memories

through October streets.


photo and poem by clinock.

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Iconicalities. natura morta.

natura morta

natura morta haiku

photo and haiku by clinock. photo from Vernatza, Italy.

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