What a revoltin’ development this is.

Out of nowhere, and I swear I didn’t see this coming, I got old.

Like, old old, walking slow, aching feet, shoulders, neck old. And then serious old, call the doctor immediately if you have these symptoms old. I’ll spare you the details. Chances are, you have pretty pictures of your own.

And just as we are the stars of our own movie, so the celebrities in our own universe go out in threes. Or so it hallucinogenicaly seems, at the moment of this composition. Loved ones swirl manically in dreams, uprooted from familiar ground.

I’m rambling. A tad disoriented. Sorry.


I’m posting this for the few stragglers who do check out this page regularly. Since I haven’t been posting on the blog it’s a little disconcerting to see folks looking for new material. If they come looking for political ranting, or indignant religious diatribes, that’s a dead end now.

This new-old situation seems likely to spur an accelerated pace to the book that’s been calling, but with a twist. I was–hard to put it in print–confident in the direction the work was taking. Now, as I think about it, it might need to open up a little more at the end

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