trench raze i still dream of it sometimes, and the vast field of mint and ribes that led to its endless mouth. it's the one place that always seems the same as it was when i was a boy, preserved by the vigilance of memory. the night before last, a woman dove into ditch water thick with algae and climbed out covered with the stuff. "how was it?" a friend asked. she smiled and said nothing. 240701 what's it to you? who go blather from