In the rain is just what’s needed for sense and story, something new, some renewed and due truth.
Old wine shot tasted again.
Wine everywhere in my pages.
Wine has me composed.
With new composition and understanding of my manuscript, the present. So I sip and don’t think so much.
Stains and blemishes,
wounds and tears are characters’ Where.
The location and point of soul, of music, of life, of CHARACTER.
Waiting for haircut
time. No time to waste and no time to wait. All minutes are instructional, all times in your story narrate something to you, teach, they demand your direction and response. Gems compile right in front of you. Eyes should be ever present nets. Catch everything.
Kids and their
books.
Little Kerouac reading his new library book, on insects.
Wine.
Now.
Wine is
my partner narrator.
Starting the day.
Telling it what I see for me.
Coffee needed after
7-mile run at lunch, and before lecturing tonight.