Canadian/American media personality Tom Green's evolution from contrarian agitator to transformative model is a great descriptor of recent psychic and social change in the (post)modern West. Green currently hosts a show on web-O-vision (the internet) from his own living room in Los Angeles, which is completely free of corporate funding or censorship, episodes of which are available for viewing at Tom's site and YouTube. Green pioneered the very first live internet talk

random girls don't waste time

it always floods

after four fingers

in the alley

where the dumpsters

George Perrou's "Mod-Culture" art gives nods to Miro, Kandinsky and Calder as well as the Hanna-Barbera and Warner Bros. cartoons of his youth.

Perrou is self-taught and has developed a distinctive style all his own.

His work can be found in collections across the country.

holy metacarpals, only saviors of my salvation, pray your bony rosaries while i whisper [help help help help help help help help help help help help help] an infinite amount of times, drying my tongue out in the process. if a man was born to flay a woman's body into equal portions, then let him take the knife against mine and cast me into the air so i can fly with early morning wind and be devoured by an inanimate creature such as a wooden chair. i bang my head against a window until the glass cracks and forms a halo in the shape of my face. [am

Homesick

Shooting pains in my stomach as soon as I entered the room. This was supposed to be my home, but it was making me sick. I started feeling it just walking up the driveway, passing under the basketball hoop. Even turning the friendly family doorknob I felt woozy and somehow un-right. But not until plunging my feet in the deep pile shag living room carpet did I feel those fiendish fingers of

Several years ago 
I first started a painting for you
one I still haven't shown you,
I knew you only as the funny older man
who'd sometimes show his face,
make a room full of people laugh,
or scare some away when you 
were in a bad mood.
We talked a little, not a lot.
I was fine with that then,

Long notable in the Denver arts scene, Phillip Lee Duncan directed an excellent movie in collaboration with Denverite Daniel Scheimberg called Love Songs For Scumbags that was gearing up for the circuit of European festivals when he suddenly died this past January. People loved Phil for his "amazingly fecund mind," as I remember our mutual friend Jen Johnson put it years ago. He had a way of finding fault with everything in intelligent, unexpected ways, and while this perpetual dissatisfaction could be wearing, inwardly I held to it as a sort of guide.

My First Funeral

I was the one they made climb in the casket. I was just a boy,

and I thought the sleek corners looked like a sports car, tight

through the turns, tires squealing.

Everyone was dead except for me and the morticians,

Double exposure series of images inspired by Carl Jung's theory of the shadow in each individual.