The shape of The Shale Basin, soon to be wintered, shading the bed of the Puget Sound, etching, at anchor, an orbit in the near-frozen water, caught between kelp and canopy of cloud. Low, early December sunlight casting long shadows, shafting the surface; an ever-complicated dance. Slow repetition, return and feign of … Continue reading The Shale Basin.
December 4th 2018. Pete S. phones from Scotland. He is on one of his walking expeditions with the Christian Fellowship. He says he would have sent a postcard, but there are no postboxes. He sends a generic photo of a postbox (?) as if this were some proof. "What about the scenery?" I say. "Well, … Continue reading dream diaries…51
the glassy stranger, front of stage, growing thin; conjure, silence, from the barber a handkerchief, a rabbit shape, an anecdote, a fringe.
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