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What's new, Bill?
Last update 4/16/2010
Michigan Witches Ball 2010
I am very excited to be a sponsor for this great event! To find out more about one of Michigan's best parties, click the link above.
All sales are now being handled through my Etsy shop: www.splendidfish.etsy.com
Click on the link above to see what is currently available.
Don't worry, friends, it's still me behind the scenes!
I've added a new section called
When I create a new piece
of design work, it often happens that they come, much like a baby with a silver spoon in it's mouth, bearing a story. Unfortunately, when I sell a piece, the story is sometimes lost with it. I've decided to collect these stories into a section all
their own, for your enjoyment.
Don't forget to click on the BLUE WORDS anywhere on this site to enter
new worlds of mythic imagination.
The Collected Works of Pierre Chatmondeaux
A broken birch, bare before the sun
Contains a single crow
Moving in the branches.
Crow takes flight on wide spread wings,
Across the sun.
A single tail feather dislodged falls,
Toward the Earth.
Caught by wind, feather becomes breath
Life, pneuma, spirit.
Dead Center, Exactly
An enclosed court paved in stone;
Grey, like the grey stone walls
The sky above is, likewise,
Variegated grey, containing everything.
Blank windows and darkened doors
Promise only other sterile options
From which nothing germinates.
Dead center, exactly, ringed
About by grey stones
Stands a perfectly round pool.
Metallic water reflects
The dull grey sky.
A golden fish breaks the surface
For an instant.
To Become a Crow
Take you yourself to a lonely place
In the last slanted rays
Of the passing sun.
Strip you yourself of outer garb
Remove cloth, leather,
Gold from finger.
Extract you yourself of surrounding skin
Face of your birth.
Take from below moist black earth,
Confine in a vessel of transparent crystal
Exposed, for one full month,
To the changing light of the moon.
Crack you then the container
Removing that which is contained
Weave it into midnight wings
And wear them like a crow.