aqi hits 142

Medium-Density Amorphous (revised & redux)

The longing for home—as lacerations scab & hematomas yellow at the peripheries.

The new rain—a month’s worth in two hours / a year’s worth in a day.

The geophony of home—how the wind howls at 212 feet elevation.

The geography of the sky—as Canadian wildfire smoke hazes the AQI to 142—unhealthy for sensitive groups.

It’s good to be home—wherever that is.

What I’m Reading:

“If I can teach myself the art of loneliness, then perhaps the art of writing will come more easily to me.”

— Nell Stevens / Bleaker House: Chasing My Novel to the End of the World

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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