Leaves in to street vents. Revolted. Explanation re-bolted. I’ve folded. Patience evaporated, as trash bags skip by, running […]

journal, 4/12/13 Tired.  Not even in much mood to write.  The novel, definitely not being touched tonight.  Need […]

Newness, art remedy, crawling Towards and away from pattern– But I’m moving, nonetheless. Truth comforted in Bordeaux, Another […]