It's a foggy fairy tale trash dump out there, not the first time, but I mean since when has anybody seen a piece of nice empty countryside like that turned into such a muck pile? Pity is as pity was. I

Anatomy of an R

I'd like to move off the grid. I don't want to be anywhere near the grid. In fact, I'd prefer to do away with right angles altogether.

Arctic Spacebridge

There isn't something better; there isn't a choice. If I hadn't neglected my courage and surrendered to that seeping shame, I wouldn't have to meet you here alone in this cemetery of broken empires. I

The goodest girl in the whole world :)

It was the kind of thing that could turn an ordinary evening into a ceremony at the altar. Many saw it, but no one saw it coming. Who were we to blame? The geometry captured us, and we followed.

Sometimes everything is a metaphor for the twenty-first century, but not today. Today nothing is anything at all. Except a curbside baby doll, rescued and repurposed, raised like Christ to the sky on a

I lit a candle in the Church of the Sacred Heart today for you, my dear. It spread quickly, from wick to wind, from heart to spirit. Soon everything was burning. I took the flames into myself with no small

The centre that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind; I have no reason to despair because I am already there. My problem is not how to will; they move most quickly who stand still. I'm only lost

Back on the prairie where we bring wine to the widows, and wage chemical warfare on mesquites and mosquitoes, and admire how things decay.