Undo, undo, undo. Redo, redo. The present always seeming trendy, up-to-date. My jaw, my gland, my stars. My capability.
I am resting.
Tag Archives: present
Remembering…
isolated parks where I have retreated to do some writing. Not happening today. Today, no pleasure park, just chaos in the Starbucks. Busy. Holiday buzz. Bland songs, blunt. Cold feet. Fast talkers.
Sometimes here, sometimes not here.
Rust beyond the battlements, rusty sky and rusty shore. Apricot light. What is happening, what is the aftermath.
february 24
All the way to here.
And here is a powerful stranger. (Fronsdal)