Intro To Immortal Math
Maybe I’m preoccupied. Or just occupied. So many unnecessary fixes, pre- and/or suf-, maybe I’ve been occupied since before the beginning. Maybe my mind is just occupied. I live here, for one.
Quick reads, scenes, scenarios, riffs off the cuff, or perhaps even a rant if you’re lucky.
Maybe I’m preoccupied. Or just occupied. So many unnecessary fixes, pre- and/or suf-, maybe I’ve been occupied since before the beginning. Maybe my mind is just occupied. I live here, for one.
All I know about these things is less is more. Subject, verb, then object if any. Stop. Have a breath. Must remember to breathe. Use few. Few as possible. Flammable. The more you know the less you use. Careful with kindling. Do not ignite. Less flammable out There when they …
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
Time. Time. Only a little. Only my share. I respect time so much more than they do out there. Out there Time is such a poorly executed concept.
I’m only here to return some library books and pay the late fees. Oh, and run for coffee too.
In my first long sleep in ages
such dreams. Such strange sleeps.
Broom me a floorlit exfil.
“I should like to find a feather,” said Osi.
Buckle up, Babysitters…
How much love could a coven mother covet if a coven mother could covet love?