Because the Middle of Week Five (is When Things Begin to Get Challenging). Part 2.

Yesterday's eye opening mid-morning downdress did not keep me awake, thankfully.  I do feel warned and better prepared to navigate that territory, should I find myself there, again. While I know, fundamentally, why I'm here - why I up and moved; why 97% of my belongings are in temperature controlled storage; why life is house/work/house... Continue Reading →

October’s Waltz.  Poem.

​In pre-dawn still The wind comes once every Three minutes, bellowing deep in the trees Slow, picks up speed, then stops. dark ghost train winds down, swapping arrivers for departers Whose gossamer trench coating shuffle wet Leaves adhere, our front window stained chapel glass between worlds. Warm and dry, tamed storming, unpredictable rowdy Timetables of bluster... Continue Reading →

14 November 2012. (Diary)

14. The age of my only child. Tonight at dinner, at a table adjacent to ours, an upset pre-toddler cried most of the time. Basically, through his family's dinner and ours. I asked Loinfruit to run to the car for my phone, and while she was away, I got up and went over to the cryer's... Continue Reading →

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