Utanapishtim

Reading Palm-of-the-Hand stories at the beach; a car-crash in the parking-lot.

The Urge occurs! I tip-toe to (someone's) flip flops to trek through the back yard, to make my exchange with nature. The rain has rent the grass into islands, caught between seas; seems sandals wasn't a wise choice, as I step and slosh and                              SLIP... (nearly!) to the barn. There my eye moves from yellow liquid to yellow lark; "I don't know really what a lark is," I say to myself, "but I can't recall a canary quite like this one." Feet wet, walking bac

Sounds of the koto; a white moth descends from the lamp.

right angles carving out dusk bats

May Twenty-Second an unusual sight- gray sky yellow earth May Twenty-First moving my fingers the back of my hand dances from inside May Twentieth do words come from the mouth, or the ear? May Nineteenth toilet troubles-- tiny spider hangs from her web May Eighteenth jittery bookworm browsing the menu at the library penny sale May Seventeenth rain blue and gray color the landscape May Sixteenth running through broken sunlight- petals in the wind in the distance May Fifteenth heron flying slowly against traffic May Fourteenth circulating web pages the rosary slides on my shoulder May Thirteenth spider cra

White Cutting through curtains- Midnight lightning - After the lightning, Darkness- Thunder

On my way out-- Spider Hanging from the lintel