“In the night. In the night.”

My days are addictive swirls of personal and possessive. Personal is what I keep private, of course. Possessive is the excitment of conversations sounding like, “I tried to describe you… and I just couldn’t.”

There are things for me to write / say less of – and things to settle for good measure.

Truth is the only truce concept. I am bringing it in cubes, here, there – everywhere.

I hope the book is circulated for wide-reading soon.

It just keeps getting better and better.

Happy Winter Solstice northern hemisphere pixies.