temp still life
We have all sorts of strange stuff hanging all around. The metal is cold and the wall is cold and the light is cold.
I am thinking of posting a series of enigrammatic covers on FaceBook.
Worn away yet timeless.
Grief does things to the psyche. I think it rewires the hard drive.
It’s just starting to rain. It wasn’t supposed to.
On guard
Where I am right now elbow and I are guarding the hill