Soon the light will cease to shrink

The one we call the Tootsiepop tree has lost all her leaves - looks like a hedgehog - a big round brush to scrub the sky - spruce it up for solstice celebrations . .


Ex Libris

Whoever invented books be blessed - This one's Ms Deinhardt's, please treat it with care And be sure to return it to Timea's nest For indeed it is missed when it isn't there . .


Must learn to speed read - if only to catch the writing of insistent September lightning. Just know - feel it in my bones - there's instruction there - witty neologisms, essential verbs crashing - brilliant - esoteric tones messages from the whatever that holds all this stuff together. . .