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Once upon a vast and glorious expanse in the midst of a moonlit terrain under a blanket of turbulent stars, a cosmic

displacement of sorts occurred.

Or didn’t.

You can’t see the stars here at the best of times, but the moon’s halo swathes the clouds when it can. Over

the square profiles of the apartments you can see her sailing through the signs. .. new to full to new again with that inevitable steez. Peeking through the reaching, sky raking branches of the wintered trees... and in Nature’s heart the ventricles compress for summer and leap for spring, shudder through winter and release again.

Excuse the delay.

cover photo and photo pg 7 from NOAA photo library http://www.photolib.noaa.gov/

the screen is not a window

photo: julie hill

In previous months, in times gone by, when things were still, where commas reigned, while the ocean poured and full stops swooped like harrying hawks, there was a punctuated reason to give pause. On reflection, after some deliberate deliberation regarding the definate deliverance that Sundays promised, the delivery boy dabbled with the deceit of the priests.In the trade of inverted commas there were no adjustments, nor charges to be had, although exorbitant fees were mooted. As far as riddles go there once was one but it fell away, laughing.

After the gap, which this continuation has successfully bridged, comes the moral and the point,but measured on whose compass and from which high ground, plaintively speaking? Nicholas Cave sings in the background to this text and in the background of many others. with more in the making. His chords know free will yet have no choice, let the song be sung before we are done. Before we are dung. In the meanest of times, indeed in the meantime, let there be and come what can. May we all. Together. Correctly.

vacant situations

Photo: Antje Klippstein

Photo: Antje Klippstein

Text based page w/ obscure background

TBC

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we are driven left with two right hands, 6 strings, a camera and a scanner,

and always yours truly, a friendly bunch

With a change of key I can lock the past out from meNo more cruel tunes on the breezeJust a pleasant melancholy

With casual deedsour wrinkled lives will sow the seedsOf what we choose, and when,we need.

The summer fruits that bloom in treesTake no heed where their nourishment leadsThey are ripe to achieve

The moon means what it sees when it says how it knowsAll will grow old and most memories dissolveIn the mild winds that clean our wounds and cull our sins

Such things we cannot conceive as we take our rubbish out to the binsAnd seal our deals with the same sly grin