Every Good Morning

(A Note: the addendums and footnotes after the main Post may be worth your time to read. I have not recorded them.) More and more I think in long screams of fury and powerlessness. Or I imagine the US as one of those spinning cylinders at a fairgrounds, the Rotors, where you pay your money to be held fast against a wall by centrifugal force and the floor drops out […]

It is the ambience that begins the softening I think, the wood, the soft chairs and nooks where one can hide and yet be a part of a flow of conversation and movement of customers browsing for books, and the light, a shadowy light, not noir, but more like a comfortable row house in the city. The letting go is helped by someone who smiles at them, knows them by […]

Everything feels like a damn omen. Yesterday, I saw twelve crows in a dead maple — croakers inside a skeleton’s ribs.                                             Stupid. We are all sick. His voice never stops. Who can breathe think unwatch unfeel our immersion in all things him, entropic, this 365 day haunted house […]