letter to a friend

...freight for the atmosphere...

the long tail of Winter ’16

It opened me up with some playful jabs - Midwestern winters and their own kind of howling haunt - and then laid me out with a haymaker so rapid that I didn't even feel it.

Christmas in transition, ’16.

And the garlands and Christmas lights, too, seem strange without a soul on the street or a single pile of snow on the sidewalks. Like all of this is a forgotten scene that has been stashed in some god’s cellar...

My life is full of conspiracies - workings of a hidden world weaving itself into mine.

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