This is Not to Say

[nawimjustaworm]

For W. (obvious and otherwise), with valor

This was supposed to be about the dirt that flies up in puffs between bare feet when the bees are buzzing all a-thrill, their noses deep and delighted in flat Cokes that sit out for too long while kids splash in the creek, their browned legs stemming out from cut off shorts and browned arms hallooing,

Comments

[wodenseye]

I know that you and I are only words that appear every so often in the electric pages of a journal, but I feel like we're two bears who have just had the most wonderful nap of our bear lives, and have come blinking into the spring sunlight, a little underfed but mostly happy to be back.

And your words are like honey from the comb, which, I am told, bears kind of like. A lot. Thanks for satisfying a long neglected appetite. It's good to hear from you.

[wodenseye]

oh hooray for waking up! and bears! it is good to see you on these pages once again. i hope all is well and that you are well. and that the honey flows sweet and good.

[anonymous]

I love this journal and the way you've written it, it gives me a new way to look at the world and it's inspirational. I wish you'd post more things here

[anonymous]

Every few months I come back to this journal to see if you've posted any more. I miss your writing and I hope you're doing wonderfully.