5/30/24
5/26/24
5/20/24
5/19/24
Indeed
My earliest memory is of my dad shoveling coal down the chute for the furnace. I was almost two.
Christy, he had said, Go back inside.
Christy, he had said, Go back inside.
4/5/24
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.
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.
4/1/24
3/29/24
Audubon Jays
This is the second time I've found this framed print in The Wild. This one is a keeper.
3/25/24
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.
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.
3/4/24
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.
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.
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