what's? a raucous slew to choose, a trillion spectrum languages more open than skin earth soil soiled knuckles iliacus joints scapula deltoids pectoral mix biceps patella rotator cuff articularis quadratus aryepiglotticu infraspinatus brachialis pyramidalis flexor pollicis brevis longus genioglossus gracilis (etc).


if paying attention, we might note the theory detailed-- how the most intricate canvases occur at the fracture. this is my gratitude blessing and love.


a little boy i met on the street decided to give me a chocolate egg (he had a certain glee, and as he pointed out, plenty of other eggs in his basket plus a white girl walking him home), and after thinking first of poison (shoosh, he was seven or eight) and second of why, i realized his joy, accepted sheepish but verily, put it in my pocket and walked home, a stick in hand. the trees contorted only themselves and not anybody from before.


fertility, so they say. but what kind of womb? some of the percentages (%) missing; i could list them but the subway rattling nearby and the woman murdered two blocks away, well, they might drown out the sound.


we count blessings every day, one2fertile3, surprised each time by what doesn't make the list. i hate to ask: but if you were to describe your place, where would you find yourself (in relation, in partnership, in the gift)? personally, i wonder at times if i might be worse than nothing. perhaps it's time to write with(out/in).


in the background, the list i'm not learning right now, but will. surely i will. surely we will. surely things unseen might become?