...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
more treetop beauties - this time of the delta. this went on for a long, long ways. a hundred, at least, enormous white herons. an intoxicating evening: the first live oaks leaves unfurling in the same few hours. ... i live in the most beautiful place in the world.