good morning, morning
good morning, sunshine. good morning, friday-chris-home-and-sleeping-in-mandatory-furlough-day. good morning, art play table with all your project scatterings and possibility. good morning, break in overcast skies
whazup over he-ah
lotta silence in this little corner of the webs, I know. when the navelly head grows too fraught, as it tends to do in turbulent periodic bouts, otherwise verbal volubility sinks into great morasses of (invisibly thrashing) silence. so this spring has been– and winter before that, and fall before that– a long season underground. ...
saturday morning
breezes pushing dreams around, snagging them in giant-size tree branch shadows playing across the grey-white wall
bud and branch
walking george, I’ve been watching spring do what it’s named for– looking closely at the tender small unfurling leaves that sprout so improbably out of a thing that looks for all the world like a dead stick– suddenly there are living bursts sprung up in irrepressible patches– it’s miraculous. I’ve been paying attention to the ...