I'm very pleased to have your work in the show. It's so wonderfully
evocative and poetic.

makes the fact that my car was broken into yesterday, back window smashed, not seem all that bad.

carpet sweepers, muted voices, friday afternoon at the museum. fall has fallen in no uncertain terms. the sky was white all day yesterday, and the wind, the wind. i dug out scarves from the back of the closet, closed the window in my bedroom this morning. today i woke feeling utterly exhausted, and slept the morning away fitfully before dragging ( Read more... )

tuesday is my saturday--at least through the month. october begins tuesday through saturday at the museum. the dreaded and loved museum. it is a bright sunny morning, though morning has long since passed (2 pm), and the sky is a deeper shade of blue now. mornings are crisp, evenings are cool, and i saw the first crimson edged leaves last week ( Read more... )

the game becomes who can offer less,
and it is not me...

the fourth of july is like new years, because it has fireworks, except more of it, and the night is warm against your skin instead of cold and biting. bursting exploding celebratory endings, yes, and everybody knows beginnings always come from endings.

remind me to fill you in one of these days...

four days at the beach and i feel GOOD again.

it is hot out, but there is a breeze.
i am feeling good today.

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how can people live so very far from their hearts?