Food, it’s poison.. Only stalling me. Slightly. About to rest. When re-entered, I’m reshaping. e.e. cummings, blended With […]

None to device.. The mechanical Strangle. Free in these pages– coffee prints, Incisions, unplanned folds. The morning Wants […]

Short entry tonight.  As I’d rather be penned, truly written.  Today, in Reserve Room, all 8, no lunch.  […]