No Kingdom So little wakes you — why should a little rain, or my leaving to stand under it and naked because I can, all neighbors down, at last down, for the dreaming, and every wasp — daily, the yard’s plague—gone, returned to whatever shingle or board roofs their now thrumless heliport. Tremblefoot, mumbler, you’ve […]

“Once a book is written, I feel that I have said what I had to say… So I decide that it might be best for me to do something else. Lately, this “something else” has been the making of collages…which now seems to have become a fixed daily activity, and one that I have no […]