L U M I N A * N O S T R I

 Collecting I am collecting again:  handmade ceramics, the wonky ones discarded  in thrift stores; brass animals from afar or nearby; song books, receptacles, notebooks,  markers, movies and music and friends. I collect friends.  I crack open my heart, show my soul to friends. 

 Fucking Around The universe sent me two twin vases so I could break one, stomp around about it, before being the only person in town to sit down on this Tuesday to watch  The Poet, a movie a friend suggested with the caveat  “It might be too on the nose.”