28 Marzo 2008. Pajaro de silencio, volando. Nubbly morning pink cloudlets hold their own again vast shelf of blue--cerulean--sun pouring over the hills, pitcher of gold... Like Sammy's Roumanian, on Christie Street--the pitcher, that is--illicit bounty, enjoyable down to the...
Larry's voice, absent now, departed for the brown truck, after swatches and swatches of Michelle Lopez (no, Wie, no Robin...) All the kinds of thoughts one works so hard to abandon. A conspiracy theory of trash--where (instead) the breath might be focused, the mind alighted... A seventh inning stretch of the spirit...
Sound of Tibetan monk's voice--disguised for his own protection--on radio at dawn. Our lives, creyendo...
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