even_when somenom i don't think i think i am i am beautiful, alive irreplaceable 050531 ... nom i am odd 070207 ... nom it's not it is 070323 ... pete we nearly touch unconsciously, i like to think that it was planned. 070323 ... nom i_am i am 070423 ... indochina chicken in de basket ! yuummmmy ! my favorite. 070423 ... ovenbird Even when the day is fine and fair and there are no clouds banking over the mountains, I wait for the future to find me. One day it will come wailing, a banshee, arms full of gorse and heather, hitting a note high enough to shatter the glass of my eyes, so the shards drive back into my brain, and rearrange everything I thought I knew. Every time my phone rings there is a brief moment where I think, this is it, this is when the very worst thing becomes real. But, mostly, it doesn’t. Mostly it’s a friend wanting to borrow an onion, or the doctor confirming an appointment, or some sad person in a call center pretending to be the CRA. One day it will be the thing I fear. But not yet. Not today. Today the worst thing is visiting someone else, and has forgotten all about me, and there’s blue sky over the delta, and the bears are waking, and my eyes are as smooth as sand tumbled agates waiting to be unearthed. 260324 what's it to you? who go blather from