If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Sunday, October 12, 2014


Yesterday I drove through a rainbow tunnel. 
          Seriously. A perfect arch over Highway 52. Two lanes and a bit of gravel. That’s it. Just me. Out in the country. A shaft of sunlight hits this patch of fog, and there it is. 
          At first, there was no way I was going to drive through it. Too beautiful. I’d ruin it. Then I’m like, The hell with that. We’re talking once-in-a-lifetime here, with possibility of Unicorns. 
          Woof! I’m in. 
          Woof! I’m out. 
          I look in my rear-view. Nothing but a hole, widening in the pale fog. 
          I look ahead. 
          Far, far ahead.