At least one friend passed in the last 48 hours — How lucky we are — it isn’t more
Much love,
Con/Jur/d
Our Life is Fiction Con/Jur/d, 1/25/2024 From begging bowl to a dietitian’s portion control our life is a series of fictions without conflict, it is difficult to write a story easy to write a poem if we avoid picking and choosing although it’s hard to do chopping brussel sprouts on the fitted wooden cutting board, the sound is lovely, even the garbage can opening or the patter of rain, outside although, the shhh of central heating says: temporal not spatial distinction create a taste of quiet no room for fiction between the edge of a Japanese knife and green leaves parting
Perfect for the time, and for a dear friends' passing.