I wanted rich warm colors against the winter cold. Let’s call it preparing the seeds of Imbolc.
26 January 2013
wind’s paw
25 January 2013
My sister told me out by her place there’s been a songbird singing its brains out all during this wicked cold spell. My friend said maybe it’s a carolina wren; all winter long they never shut up. I have no idea what a carolina wren looks like, but I think those bird songs lodged in my head all the same.
24 January 2013
in some places gravity works in strange ways
23 January 2013
I came home late after an event full of morris dancers. I probably didn’t see this person there.
22 January 2013
planetary droplets on institutional carpet
21 January 2013
why won’t my thoughts get organized?
20 January 2013
this has to do with letting go of pain, and I’m not ashamed to say I spent way too much time on it for what it is
19 January 2013
an aging princess of tea
18 January 2013
I don’t really have much to say about this one. It has things I like it it: mushrooms and sunshine and snow and paramecia who might be people and a youngun who might be a muskrat pup.
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