Babysittng Hyperion
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.
Off the cuff, off the hook, sometimes off the chain. In the right place at the right time with a pen in hand and enough head space to run. Usually a short riff but a rant or recollection could go off sideways. Hang on tight.
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.
Caution: Hairy Haiku
The saucers in Nia’s tea set are covered in little dragonfly nets.
You can skip this part. Especially if you usually break fast with brunch.
Retail Alert! Retail Alert!
I got busted at the symphony last week!
Does an empire become a caricature of itself before its fall?
Dear Josephine,
Do parasites hurt when they leave? Should I be wearing floaties? Alexa’s not talking to me.
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
I know, I know, you can never go home again; I’ve heard it said–heck, I may have heard it sung– but it sure did feel good to be pointed north and climbing into the mountains…