Now it is.

the fantasy of America might hurt you, but it is what should be meant when one talks of ‘reality’ - Amiri Baraka (AB)

the difference between a line that sounds good and a good thought that gets lost in a messy line.

playing with letters stack up until another room is needed. I arrive before its loud and leave before it spoils.

but magic isn’t everything———-stubborn night with new clothes everyday the doors can only withstand so much (I place them in every order I can think of).

to live in words is to ignore money is made by making words into instruments of business.

words have users - users have words. - AB

monolith broken orange distributed of the elements. heart burn at night. best man with the worse shoes. there are so many things I could say.

we scraped a road through the woods for better access.

I bit off more than I could chew planted 200 right before the drought, have kept most alive.

I get tangled in white blooms of the peace lilly on the counter of the 7-11 in Everett. What’s on the table matters I am almost a magic factory.

we walk the perimeter of the house. we look for cracks in the foundation settling. rain comes though the open square in the ceiling.

the economic is part of the social. - AB

the phones were down across the peninsula only cash accepted at the general store that sold shirts with a Sasquatch carrying a 6 pack of beer through evergreen trees with mount rainier in the background. It is hot all day as I collect anonymous collaborators. I pictured a different face with that voice.

and we we are programmed to self destruct. clear eyes make fragments and there are many types of fences.

speech, the way one describes the natural proposition of being alive. - AB

gone be all to the outskirts or somewhere more affordable, music through the wall stops playing. I try to write more legible but know the longer the hand the more I am involved in the thing being laid out. another time around, phasing out, everything exactly far away, no coffee shop or bar to walk to. make sure to watch the show.

we might not always know what’s real, but the truth is, if we didn’t trust false ground, nothing would ever be built. we’d just be somewhere in the dust. - Trisha Low