was it the sparseness offset by silence or the roundness of the number eclipsing the rest days, days, the lack of antacedence how do I begin to formulate a response it’s unsettled here dry when it should be raining charged with anticipation a bee came in the open window and then left nothing happens of course I doubt your fortuity
it’s still light out early to bed a headache all day dull creeping thing– absence too spatial, temporal the gingko trees or the sky in between I take it back though there is no void nothing is relentlessly a thing the streetlight comes on a breeze stirs the leaves thunderstorms tomorrow no reprieve
and then summer turned back into itself gray with cool rain and mist in the foothills violet arcs in the talus field foxgloves laden with water and the falls falling audibly again were it so simple fashioning a retreat unease even here nothing quite dampens it
surprising, the sun today surprising, the sunset dramatic on the rooftop suffused, cinematic and people being kind genuinely good it makes the worse worse the same way presence augments absence the news is so bad the night so beautiful long long notes from bitter -plucked strings
more sudden rain from the rooftop a news ticker wraps around high across the alley disembodied letters top headlines, this city turning into glass– impermeable, deflective burying the lede, ample precedent here– furniture in the basement of the Panama Hotel under decades of dust left hastily and never retrieved a drawer left open a child’s homework– internment camps extant, planned reopenings and someone arguing in bad faith– semantics willful callowness a cage is a cage […]
It has been a while and it will be a while more still awake waiting to watch an hour disappear shouldn’t be it’s late and getting later or earlier wherever you draw the line however you define it looking through your photos to know a thing to have to hold it it must be late to be thinking still about distance
At night the half -constructed tower is full of light and nothing else, each morning recently it has snowed, heavily, after a period of rain, it is natural and unsettling what fills the hours, open places devoured, as if commodities– mere weeks till spring, and then what?
big surf days the horizon akimbo music through the open window slack-keyed as the palms bend under the weight of all this sunset
It encloses and divides of course not just physically say them and we become us because of what we are not– imply danger like an impatient shadow which makes this safety but not for much longer– so what has changed? The sun got lower. Sell it quickly there is no time, suddenly no time to lose– loss is arriving so deny it be afraid so they become fearsome discredit suffering or accept the precarious– was […]
Blink and it’s gone the gingko bare, not golden any old tree now another bleak gray day could be any Northern city really from this low height every houseplant shoved up by the window for the the briefest glimpse of light, probably too cold and dry for the orchid but mild discomfort soft complaint that’s how you know you’re alive the crepe jasmine that never unfurls its blooms, waiting for something that never arrives, sometimes […]
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