Workshoes covered with dust and some oil of engines—the crumpled jeans nearby, belt, blue railroad hank, knife, comb, keys, switch keys and caboose coach key, the knees white from Pajaro Riverbottom finedusts, the ass black from slick sandboxes in yardgoat after yardgoat—the gray workshorts, the dirty undershirt, sad shorts, tortured socks of my life.

There are amongst the constellations four great draconic or serpent-like forms.

I’ll minute this evening’s meeting.

I'm doing some destashing to feed my coffee addiction (and to free up some space!). Nothing is for sale as such […]