this is a personal blog

You can let me go now

Where I wrote you a secret message that you did not erase

Handprint on glass

Spider silk and bar of fog

They say it’s not important but it makes you move a little differently

Caught the last cricket calling out through the window. Windows windows windows. Everything is about a threshold over here. We crossed the threshold of summer, of my birthday, of this cricket’s final words, of a pill, of pleasure (a few times). Last year I was so excited for winter/frost/wind and snow. This year all I ask for is one more calm warm night in the field; mosquitoes and all. God, to lay down again in the field. Melt into moss.

Ah, so it happened — it finally happened. Great! Thanks. God bless the universe for listening in so very closely to my prayers. Great. Good. Really good and great.

Thou shalt not write about it before it happens

This is a red herring

They gave hints about your disappearance; offered morsels of timid facts to make you innocent instead of honest

Luxuriously tired today