Nathan

What you don't see is the existing structure and organization. How shelves were built into the clay bank under the tent.
That when the tent flaps are opened, the inside is magically white on a sunny day. The floor is terraced. Looking up is like looking at gills of a musroom. The tree branches along with long pieces of drift wood form spokes under the skylight.
If you're reading this thinking want to stop by rethink that. A man, exiled from society for reasons you may want to consider, doesn't want your curiosty or company.
Respect.

A Find in The Wild

Audubon Jays

This is the second time I've found this framed print in The Wild. This one is a keeper.

Adnan

Decades ago a former boyfriend was lamenting about his Lit thesis and not having a subject.
I suggested he write about the cross pollination of T.S. Eliot and Carl Jung since both referenced The Other.
I suggested he write it in the style of Pale Fire.
I thought this was hilarious - it was - but he had never read Eliot, Jung, or Nabokov.

The Splinter Teeth of Math. I see Three

Cross Docking. Noir. Deaths Elsewhere

Pist. 2012

Lunch with Pist who is cracking my inviolable heart.
His obvious pain. The cruelty of a severed spine.
Tell me about the accident, I said.
Do you want the detailed narrative or the short version?
Whichever you prefer.
Circumstances, he said.
We exchanged the same parched smile.