(Leonard is everywhere)

careful, the story i have in this one may hurt your brain.

is always a nonimaginary number of a day.

or i guess i wrote that on my calendar a long time ago, but i can’t quite remember why, though i know it made absolute sense at the time.

attempting to master the art of ataraxia.

ah hell.

the pines couldn’t stop crying

 

 

 

Look for my short story “Malaise and Other Questionable Language” in the next issue of the Lime Hawk Literary Arts Collective.  This is a group with good ideas; read about their thoughts on wings in the shape of a Delta here.

so, i lose things.  a lot.  here’s a picture of a bracelet my friend made that meant a good deal to me, despite the fact that it’s just a possession, and maybe wants to be somewhere else now.

 

i lost it at BSP in kingston, or outside near there.  if you find it, i’ll write you a story about why i could really use that bracelet back in my life.  see luluanne’s etsy shop, if you want your own one-of-a-kind piece, made from all found materials, like vintage psychology texts.

 

This is my favorite sentence that I read today:  “From all sides, the sly day shifted about; and the mistral shook the sky like sheet metal.”  (from “The Serpent of Stars”).  Jean Giono is always very poetic in his novels, and “The Joy of Man’s Desiring” was a great read as well.  “The Serpent of Stars” is a slim yet square little book, perfect to take on a plane this week.