under the Old Apricot…the Toads soaking pond.
Tay sleeps inside everynight until somewhere around 2:00. I hear her go out…the rattle of the dog door that she barely squeezes through. She sleeps outside till morning. In the wet cool earth.
creating this Place for herSelf, she excavated this Dangle Thing that i'd forgotten about. I washed it, hung it. This is only part of it. the Light makes it hard to photograph. I wondered….Take it? , as i wonder about Everything now, and i think, yes. I'll give it to the kids. They can decide how it might be.
which turned my eye to this, that has been hanging here in place for so many years. Just Hanging. First, when it was a screened in porch and then when it became the ROOM that Jenny and i made.
i need to take it down and clean it. It's covered with fly shit and cooking grease, whatever and the threads are stiff. Is today the day?…not…not yet.
my friend Jane, from when i was 17 years old, i talked to on the phone and she told me about two Ravens who come to where she is in Alaska. and i remembered this…the chapter of Raven and get into the book packed tub and find it and begin reading again….
he writes things that no one else could or should…even try to. He rides the razors edge of almost too much, but never falls…his mind takes us places
and this and that thing that hangs in the room….I want to make things that can't Exist….i am full, like full of Urge to make things that can't exisit. What do i do? with that urge?
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