I was drawn to the depiction of the coop—a viewing booth/prison/safehouse where faeries study humans but the reverse does not seem possible…

So much information offered but no hammer - my head does not ache from being struck.

Time to burn.

I will miss this Tardis House (it’s bigger on the inside).

First book of the year. Brief thoughts

The path feels a bit overgrown.

Trying to catch some fireflies here—before summer’s gone from sight.

Weeks B, C, and D (sort of).

Week One was for Appleseed, alphabet, America and Amsterdam.

Such a quandary. How public we are. Like frogs.

The use of fables has this potential—to open up the world from a different doorway… to fly in a broken window or burrow up from under the cellar.

One of the more hidden effects of repetition is that it undermines itself. Whatever it is trying to do--by introducing itself more than once it invites a second reading, and by reading I mean interpretation.

… all these forms evolved and became specialized even as the the world turns and human nature still insists on war and sex and care-taking and cycles of trauma.

Naturally, the fabric is being. Naturally being is being undone. Naturally undoing being within the box of language is taboo.

A walk. Gratitude and gullibility. Contentedness. Shame.

I want to go back into the walks I took when there was nothing else to do, so I did nothing. I did it so well.

These amazing authors have enriched my summer months tremendously. You should read them. All of them.