Had Bryter Wan

  I stuck out my trudge. And I lay very still.

I gave set upon my marsh light. Stretched

   out my under there. Ran whole only until

wandering into my crinkle gaze. Went to

   flesh by about had seem strange. Here my

head muster parsed within my own racket

   being heard. The other weed that come on

later. I bent by my blossom rose. Will not

   dream again of hooves that hackled back.

I birth then which breathe were as hidden

   in progressive fissures. Had I float out in

the burnished sunshine. Paled on a twitch

   being. Had now a beginning uniform into

which I tipped a hat to. I had pulling away

   slept into glances. Then I dissipated back

to my crooked furrows. Simple than to the

   morning struck. It is under by poise tipped.

Andeg Waabishkindibe - gesso on journal cover

“That wet prickle is her lip”

Casual rain the pot flood. Bent hinge slipped

onto that angel billet were an ark barges. Held

a put over let plunge the crinkle sea glut. Numb

the page is elated. Were a hostile drift dimmed

in this lifted drought that melt of such mockery.

Clothe the passage lean. Cane a seamless ocean.

Had edged by soften cataract nibs. Eyes prickle

to the salted impulse were dark and mewling.

Shadow on irradiate gullet. Crouched at false

etching. Had balanced of each swift thatching

that shielded the idle wharfs. Widen the bland

parsee. Would dusk have exile under departure

gulls. Resume the sea wash light, the creaking

rain. Subtle thorns a water bride emptied to our

cull haunt. In a thimble perish by transfigured

drizzle had condescend to weary on. Been the

delight each downy wet burnished for every

dribbling eyebrows. Brimmed by ocean tides.

Brimmed by fermented aromatics we smoked.

Cliffside

Cliffside. The ship gets safely home.

Bread left by the bluer shoals. Bent

of this painted earth. Clearing these

simple banquet on the hasten rudder.

Let pleasant the becoming unchained

onto the sun. Will produce amongst

such a dynamic hinge. Let claim the

spillway never happened. Brushing

the dream strand. Stood on a trusting

water and met by many replacement.

Had not yet remained from extended

reflective sea. Crooked furrow wave.

Her heroine been phased into paper

sails. Awaken to old leaves filling.

They are grafted on a canvas of days.

Further to be contained. The way has

cleared. So much night fell upon the

cave hole. So much cliffside made

of a circling sends. Did shifted past.

And even because when moon mends

there are waves of dark poured over

head, orb poured into an open sieve.

Poetry Reading in St. Paul

Double Hungry: Sustainable Poems
Black Dog Coffee and Wine Bar
December 18, 2013


Several writers/readers, well worth a view.
Heid's introduction (incl. James) at 4:50.

Voyagers - A film by James D. Autio

Sheep with Balls - charcoal on taped grocery bags

Writing journal - acrylics on book cover

Owamni Falling Water Festival

(All photos by Bette Autio)
Great art show today at Father Hennepin Park in Minneapolis. I saw quite a few old friends and met many wonderful people.  Today was my first art festival as a presenter and not just an enthusiastic spectator. Thank you to everyone who stopped by, looked at my art, chatted with me and shared the special day with me. Thank you to everyone who purchased some art or prints. I had a great time!

It's alive!

Does it live?

Greetings, internet friends!

It seems that I'm rarely updating my blog. Does anybody come here anymore? Do you have any interest in me resurrecting this page?

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I have been producing lots of poems and a fair amount of art: paintings on canvas and journals, charcoal drawings on paper bags, woodcut prints. Leave a message and let me know if I should start to update again.  I will assume your silence means, "James, you're brilliant and beautiful, but don't bother."

Gifts of the Lake Spirit ~ by Donna M. Autio

Paintings - acrylics on journal covers

Cupcake - A film by James D. Autio

Bones & Skillets pt. 1

Owl Drawing - pencil on paper

Ahab - gesso and acrylic on journal cover

Disturbed Animal Series - charcoal and gesso on taped grocery bags

Disturbed Animal Series - charcoal and conté on taped grocery bags

Hump in a Field

Hump in a Field

Fragile Hump that in a field fell.

Plays. Melancholy yet within a furred

lamentation spread. There he is

a wandering blossom rooted deep

in woven soil. How silent under hungry

mounds where they had laid acquired

of such attentive Hump. For a companion

that lacquered the burlap aisles, half

full of gentle kisses and crests

into airy arcs though sought he to calm

upon distant landscapes. He if we knew.

Our noses too reduced to sprouts

that are lit of a twist tie confessor. Even

kneaded with such easy glimpse, early

awe. Of which we will find ourselves

blessed. I am now a fuller space

with a whisker breadth empty,

dining at the compassion pan.

Hump open now. Hump from each side.

From each distance filled. Rooted.

And each of me can bear surprising wonder.

Flash Forward: A film by James D. Autio

Powwow at Prairie Island 7-14-2012

Erasure Head in the Blind Kangaroo Bucket

       Empty a cloud gather go. So numb the tongue

a channel plus opened. Edges within. An entry

       was must for the patient fervor. Who wants

as a grafted stack hampered at bleak dilettante

       phases in a waning harlequin chair. Beleaguer

while jarred an upsurge. Pumped to the cushion

       bleak cot fretted and mild. Of a perpetual state.

Who lacquered that oaken door shut. That the

       entire buzz of denoted hoards left to cling by

their uneasy guilt. Until rubber bounced upon

       the chiffon crevice, kept at no better effort as.

And only in undoing has flown out the noiseless

       erasures. Then with such the tamper hammer

man sociopath. The circuit closer to a roo sack.

The Lady in the Radiator