Wind scatter blown from trees far away from here fall at my feet.
I link myself to the apple garden, to the oasis, that
warmth of fresh beginnings and the pleasure of subtleties once felt.
How the tree in the field now shines, the vast field as
large as a lake, a solid green lake.
substance: lack of memory
September 5, 2008 – 12:37 pm
jet lag
August 26, 2008 – 10:22 am
rumble tumble plane-train to
the suburbs. a taxi in Japanese.
Second day, sleep without food.
Sudden urge to rearrange the furniture.
The Bleak Tide
August 16, 2008 – 8:57 pm
Welcome and good day. Thank you for your interest. Today, August 16th, 2008 is the grand opening of this Lapdancer site. A short introduction will follow in the coming days as we sort through our lists, make new plans and brew a fresh pot of coffee. For now…
The summer in Northern Michigan is crisp and [...]
