18.1.09

a crow here, a screech owl there




there are mandarin peels and feet of snow, snowbanks, the sea, taha muhammad ali's four lines "and those that remain / after my longing / and apart from my solitude- / a crow here, a screech owl there-"


i am going to work on some drawings tonight. most everything is empty so no one is here. just snow shovels hitting the concrete.