with a Hat full of Spirits— th’ Eyes and Ears of th’ Ups and Downs either from Man’s Heart or from Tilapia’s Tongue— He is the Memory of the Day till even beyond Last Call
After some months of trying to sell our “old” home for an almost even trade off for a “fresher” one, my wife and I have finally DocuSigned the last of an encyclopedia of paperwork and are ready for the big move. We’re looking forward to the next normalcy at our new digs, although we will miss this neighborhood which has been benevolent to us for many years. The next coming weeks should be a gradual resumption of my experience in the bloggers’ world.
Anyway, you fine folks all have a Safe and Joyous Holiday and a Wonderful 2025.
granite flesh in dream— stir’d by voices in peripheral eyes— flinch and freeze flinch and freeze— blind palms to invisible walls top to bottom side to side front to back finding no way out— despair’d back to stone and frozen orbs— till virgin curiosity approaches nearer and nearer only to gasp in brief horror …at a wink