Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Other Than That

Other than that things are going just fine except for my apology to nobody. The pressure is on to remember the places inside these changes. Yes, I remain flexible and open. The crowd stops when the music stops. One of the loudest for its size.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Circadian Membership

To join, just sign here On the dotted line Inside the old part The part which is bones And flowers with inky stains. You'll never wake up, fully, But do your best, and save The next for last, lovingly.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Letter From Circadia

My letter will arrive in six hours. It will tell of the edge of the forest. I will be there with my hands, washing them, how the dawn leaves without me, but I will run to catch up, just like in the middle if this dream, time will stand still. I have already been cutting the lavender, it is used a lot in these situations.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Many Times Gone

I've re-potted her asparagus fern. The huge pot too small to contain all the roots, they're spilling and reaching-- hardened, yet still living, clutching themselves after breaking out of their plastic container where they've lived on air for years. Water is on TV. Oregon rivers and the ocean.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Scorpio Over Roseburg

The sky is an open book inside the locked library of stars. Scorpio bakes its potatoes over Roseburg. There are pears galore, upside down light bulbs in the trees out back. The second one singing with such energy in the deer bedroom. Hen's nests but larger, in the stiff grasses where it's closer to Marney's place. We see the ghost fires he set. They were sudden, during the day. I saw his back through the black edges of the low flames as if he was only playing.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Times Were

The problem was that the thing became another sort of distraction, in the mezzanine, it meant three mezzanines, not two, or even one. Grain, cattle, babies all holding on to the present day. I could count them on one hand. Did they even miss me? Was the mezzanine the prime spot, as in destination, say, the next Aspen or Jackson Hole?

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Mezzanine

That and the dog house. Glad of the opportunities here, take the fact that you could let go of a ping pong ball from the Atrium, releasing it from so high up into the courtyard seeing if it would break or just watch it, like a game, just bouncing.