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Dim late night lighting with creeping hunger that rumbles and claws at the throat, reddens the eyes, draws a tired water from them. Move along while sitting still. Get out of your own head for a few pages at least. The time was dedicated fumbling for lost keys to the point of exhaustion, and at…… Continue reading this belongs to no one

not much difference looking on someone sleeping and someone lying there dead in the box with their arms folded stiff a certain way hands crossed over the chest and dressed formally for the family’s last view but what is this, a breath coming, a rising, falling chest? what is going on within that coma? a…… Continue reading a body’s stillness

kicking off shoes that strangle the feet putting the television on mute during commercials straightening back shaping posture sold your entire record collection in a few days now the money and the records are gone miss the bills miss the vinyl panning the eyes across the room scratches on the glass the fading world published…… Continue reading entry for the new year

Today’s meditation is, if you break a finger or two on your writing hand, just how will you get your writing done? With the hand that is free, you could peck out the sentences. Also you could record your voice and later have it transcribed, but it isn’t really as close to the natural process.…… Continue reading Untitled

About 75% moved into the new place. My body feels like it’s been run over by about 20 moving trucks. I’m dreading the rest of it tomorrow, all the crates of books. More later.

I’ve got that itching cough that reaches out and demands the next cough. Late, it continues on like this. A big apology to myself for not being able to sleep at a decent hours for so many days in a row. Somehow I’ll get back into shape, if that’s even possible any more. Winter kicks…… Continue reading this house produces insomnia

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It is simply too cold to write or do much of anything. The wind blows right through the windows and the walls and goes down to the bones. I’ll probably throw in a movie and bunker under three sets of blankets. This is insane, but this weekend we’ll be moving anyway. . .

When I was a kid we had this little tradition that I could open at least one present on Christmas Eve, and that would be the one tagged with my mom or dad’s name on it. The rest would arrive under the tree by morning, which would be from Santa. I was blown out of…… Continue reading holiday notes