Nov 5, 2020

Editing: Mad Skills or Just a Symptom of Something?

 Somewhere, probably fifty years agoin the pouring rain |  the windshield wipers 

in TRAFFIC \\\ the passenger anxiously twists her dove    ....................................................gray gloves:::  taxi waits at a light........she's "loath" to be stuck anywhere in the rain but truly loath to be stuck in a cab
|||||||||||||o ||k|||      the  elentl ess ticking of a wristwatch–but, whose /////////////////
"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry", she explained Just, JUST it's just that I'm 
l  l ll l llll. . . . . ...entrancebut it's already a quarterpast 10
transfixed by a single sparkling raindrop......... . . . . . would  you?>>>> >  >>
rolling raining down the windows; reflecting, mirroring, casting  
amid a galaxy of  raindrops star-like, reminds me of //////     micro
each in its own universe.                      ........ 
some untold magic, of course. she ignored
-  - -    Not yet. I mean, not ever (((actually)))  the scene developing outside of the  safe confi n es of    this c ab ................––––––––--------- - - -

on the street the pedestrians, in the cold and wet running from never toward fear
spectral highlightstheir ruined shoes;and many without a coat that day            
bumping umbrellas, scrambling to get to)))))))no more than a newspaper to protect
destinations. themselves. But absorbed in thought 
and calmer finally.Andshegaveupon (((((((wait,what?
]]]]]]]]]]]being Lost o...................but thi s   d o esn't    ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫  ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫   ∫   ∫   ...........;;;;;;;;;;;...................\\\\\\\\\
on time and let the\\Familiarsound of ..>>the city
because |    windshield wipers put her into a deep Trance, perhaps inside every cab, things like this cannot be planned, she thought.  
the passenger, lulled bt he sound of t he windshield wiper s :::::::She felt disappearedvanished------------the steady, oddly calming
Flow state due to the thump and track of the wiper blades:::on the glass
boots that were cracked, peeling and frankly no longer waterproof (and were  never warm to begin w/)  +
••••••••..................................................not..........................................................
by the sound of  the windshiel d  wipers   
marking ..________t i me  




Nov 2, 2020

Cinnamon: Minimum Cinema

At first the knocking is faint and you are able to ignore it. But it slowly becomes louder and more insistent. And one night it wakes you. And you see cracks have developed on the walls, which begin to widen until the plaster crumbles to pieces. Once the walls cave in completely and all the dust clears away, you find yourself standing in a the middle of the wilderness. And you realize that the wall were only temporary. That everything is only temporary.  


Oct 29, 2020

Dreams & TV

icing piped in uneven loops around a cake in the kitchen
cracked blue leather shoes drying on a mat by the door
windows rattling
abruptly coming down with the flu  
falling asleep in a chair
coughing, tea left untouched 
dreams and tv 
the next day: soup 
hot cereal, aspirin
headaches, re-runs, ringing telephones
people, rain.



(2013)