the dog doesn’t notice or is uninterested or i imagine it
each of these potential realities is equally valid
in other universes my little hunter has a cold has scented a coyote i am having an intracranial incident
i cannot avoid what the night fog offers me
no bitter oil slick of chocolate no icy bite of mint no slow burn of cinnamon
just the sick-sweet punch of fluorescent waxes filled with sugar syrup and unspecified fruit flavors a preschool classroom after snack time each mouth red-ringed exhaling diabetic clouds during nap time
the morning fog replaces this with the odors of wet pine juniper cypress eucalyptus and standing beneath one broad-leafed tree the sound of rain local to this spot instantiated in this moment dew condenses dripping leaf to leaf
i dreamt i was the moon, but the dream seemed real upon waking, so much so that i checked the mirror for craters and dark sides. i found nothing of interest–no man living there, no celestial maiden, no mochi pounding rabbits. the memory of that cold embrace of the dark sky, being held by nothing, floating and shining with an impossible weightlessness of being both far away and as near as a reflection in glass haunted me throughout the day and well into a moonless night.
I like to do things besides write, and I know I’ve posted at least one picture of my sculptures before. I have more, and really intend to add them. But that’s for later.
The above untitled piece is the beginning of my foray into printmaking. I created the original image by combining found sources in Photoshop and then transferring the etching to a plexiglass plate. The first two editions were in black ink, this and a partner piece in red. The entire effort is very process oriented and really requires you to be present. It’s very different from any other endeavor I’ve tried before. And a lot of fun.