“…as much as i definitely enjoy solitude i wouldn’t mind, perhaps spending little time with you sometimes, sometimes…”

October, welcome in. Sometimes, we don’t have narrative threads, we just have lists: Long walks in the early autumn dark. Smoke and leaves and rain in the air. Driving through grey-shrouded mountains. Books… Continue reading

“I suppose I’ll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.”

I don’t know what to do with this, this being the psychic space I have staked out on the internet under this name. I like the name, and I like that it’s in… Continue reading

“Writing is a dying form. One reads of this every day.”

Some time ago a very kind person sent me her unused BPAL imps. I like to put a few drops in a small stone oil burner while I’m writing, or doing whatever it… Continue reading