stitching day to night to day again
l don't usually do it but the iPod hammered all the day long with my stitchery. mostly in languages unintelligible to me so that it just became rhythm. a motion of repetition. and again.0
boards drying. coat one. check.
8′ x 33″ each. side observation: been seeing lots of new borns — cows, colts, fawns, etc.0
it is just not possible
she’d get closer if she could. it’s tough to stitch tubes with a 55 pd pup in one’s lap. yuck! I’ve decided to rename her ARM PIT LICKER. yuck. stop it Dopt!0
more simply stated
there is a space between poetry and making I’ve fallen into this gap I need a light to better understand how to explore its cavernous breath I need to breathe again, soon0
frames from domestic thresholds
stacking up. going to need a lot more. get to work kathy. ignore heat.0
plopped down on my porch extension
break. watching the butterflies, the Dopt grass roll,and admiring my view, of course from a sliver of shade.0
for her; for me
scratch for her; grilled portabella mushrooms on healthy stuff for me. random.0