January 1, 2018:

How removed you feel.

Playing with a kind of relaxation. Where truth is found, and progress is measured in yards.

Moonrise over blasted landscape. So dark the wind can't see.

December 31, 2017:

History of things to come. The mother hid her calf between pylons, beneath bungalows, off the rocks and reef safe from rough water and harm.

Cake is what made you lose your teeth.

The monkey's never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies.

December 30, 2017:

Government pawns and missing limbs: that’s amore.
Defending the notion of being different: there will be hell toupee.
Sign me up as a diplomat: my only office is the Park.