let us all rejoice.

why hello summer...


what have you in store?

it is what i put in my mouth that destroys me, this body, slowly...

it is what i put in my mouth that will heal me, this body, slowly...




from the box of truths:

things that are broken CAN be fixed, or turned into something else...

three years and a child

recalling not last october, mind you, it is nearly July and the wisp of difference is grand.

saying what must be said is a luxury i have had for so long, but have quieted in the distillate regions of this particular corpse.

could i speak on change or chance or witnessing beauty and devastation?  could i speak on climate and landscape and tuning in or tuning out or feeling lifeless.

it is all an unmanageable dream and i fear not how i will sit in my apparent contemplation until i die.  never quite relenting, never quite becoming, never quite speaking or commiting to anything at all.

except being non commital.

if i began to type what it is i have seen and thought and heard and been around you would call me a cloack or a bird or a flighty sparrow's dusty wing.

but i am not any of these things and i fear i am not not any of these things.

sometimes i feel i could drift away and be forgotten



to myself


never to return.


strange enough, i have particular reminders which nag my questionable back and i consider roots.



can i look back into other days when my world was a different masterpiece?  disparring elements rising and passing away, people, themes, ideas, longing, connection, time, work, travel, energy, dependence, knowledge, lack of knowledge, the list barricades my front door!



but to build a house
it is a silly strange dream

my voice is pacing slowly around the room like a dove.



oh please forgive me today for everything i have ever done

be unforgiving


k