Friday, April 26, 2013

Confessions of a Non-Conformist


Confessions of a Non-Conformist

At fourteen
I decided to be
unorthodox,
a man
who sings for his bread,
and likes bread
who cheats himself on his taxes,
and who would have been
first to the moon,
but on arriving
has forgotten his flag.

My mother shrieked,
and dropped her iron
on the foot of the stove.
My father reached
for his razor-strap and his wallet.
The cat yawned.

I eat carrots
in public places.
I carry spiders
out-of-doors
on the Sunday paper.
I am unfriendly with my banker.
But still wonder.
God-fearing? Free? White? Thirty-one?
Certainly afraid. I fall down cliffs in my dreams.
I support a dentist
single-handed,
and have not yet mastered
the art of breathing
underground.

-- Paul Petrie
{West Kingston, RI}


Monday, April 22, 2013

ATE ALL THE RADISHES WAITING



ATE ALL THE RADISHES WAITING

This was the last practice book that I made for the SITE Santa Fe show and it sold the first morning! 
Strangely, I'm not that practiced in letting go of my books, even though I made them for the show. Now that it's over, there are 3 sketchbooks available in the SITE Santa Fe Store.
More images to follow soon.