Tuesday, January 18, 2022

winter 2022



My fun “memo to the unresponsive gods” honors the futility of hoping for extraterrestrial Contact soon.


Saturday, Jan. 13

Confessing a lovely integrity” is a humble vanity about protean aloneness which is creatively happy.


Saturday, Jan. 8

As days go by, I’m happily immersed in hundreds of pages of notes,
by now somewhat rigorously clear as the blueprint for writing this year. But I can’t resist tweaking aspects far ahead, rather than beginning
my beginning.

I have a week to work in treasured solitude before the students return (with their noisy frivolity). I wish I didn’t need sleep, because I’m in love with the work.