dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Wednesday, May 10, 2017


Yesterday I got some writing done while Ming was gone.  Today our plans are amorphous.  It's a full moon.

Last night King Ron came over and Ming was breaking open seed pods to get seeds out--tree collard--and we were talking.  King Ron said it was like being on the commune, and I felt happy.

Now Ming's refilling soap dispensers with Dr Bronner's unscented, and there's so much to do, but who will do it?


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