This is the real story of some birds: A jar, a very large jar sits upon the French bakers rack in my kitchen. I fold origami cranes. A lot of origami cranes, it seems they have taken it upon themselves to transform. I noticed there are little tiny hearts on the bottom of the wings. I also noticed they have turned themselves inside-out. A very short story.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Dyeing To Fold Things
That year I lost is coming back to me more and more
as I define what is do-able, reachable,worthy of spe
nt time.
Where I am heading is foggy, still.
I like foggy more than snowy.
This world I create, the persona I create, who gets in,
is as real as fiction.
It is illusion
and
mystery
my business
Am I more like the Wizard of OZ
or Dorothy?
You are interesting.
What does this mean?
This is what it is like to live in the greatest time of change, ever.
This is me trying to cope with instant everything.
You are interesting in that you are reading this.
we
smile
now
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