Taking the Afternoon Off

No painting here. No scraping or scrubbing.No Simple Green or bleach, no buckets.No brushes. No paint chips, leaded or unleaded.No ladders, no scaffolding propped upon the low end with wobbly cinder blocks. No harness or toprope.Nothing to prime. No overhead power lines to avoid.No tourists huffing it up the hilltelling you it’s looking good.

Things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter

Fog was deployed when erasure was needed, a soft, cold veiled undoing of yesterday, of morning of mind. Though the shroud of clouds did nothing to stifle the sounds of the unmaking- dogs barking, tearing at the thrashing throats of hauled out seals. The break and hiss of water battering rock, the evil seagull laughter … Continue reading Things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter