Steampunk Antique—a good & fun place on Facebook to share. I like sites that give inspiration and have great examples. And this one, what a fine piece to mark time. Time being an all-time (sorry) obsession.
Cactus along the trail as we climbed up the mountain in front of the condo. This part of the trail went along behind the school that was also up above us. It was a beautiful trail.
Last night was movie night here. We watched movies far too late into the night. The cat was the first among us to fall asleep. She only watched for a short while. We all fell asleep with a movie still playing, each to our own movie. I awoke thinking of Manitou and the wondrous trails we would follow and play along as they wound up and around the mountain. They were good thoughts. It was a good trail.
Last Night
I was going to die
It was a soft thing,
immutable
The rain itself slow
over the forest
and without wings floating
Until I saw the child I love
And all stars and nights
and moons and blood
twisted
into the marrow of dreams
And splintered like lights
bursting across the skies
Until sorrow soon itself
once raped of joy
shook this sweet death
until it woke the lie
Photo on Vintage Books and Anchor Books
“There are no laws for the novel. There never have been, nor can there ever be.”
—Nobel Laureate Doris Lessing (1919 – 2013)
There are authors whom I am always going to “get to.” And some authors who say the things I need to hear at just the right time. Sometimes those things come together in one author. And so here we have that in Doris Lessing. Guess I’ll needs get around to the Doris Lessing body of work. At least The Golden Notebook.
But for now any books will have to wait. Anything at all outside the normal day needs will have to wait. It’s the car thing, the car thing that so became the money thing. Yesterday’s dues.
Abibliophobia – noun: 
Writers Ink—Writing and Stuff 