Day: May 30, 2018

It was lovely being with Alex

Received MA NT I S from D. yesterday; a fine little book, very nicely made, which is a filk of MAINTAINS, a poem by Clark Coolidge, who also wrote this:

 

Writing is a prayer for
always it starts at the portal lockless to me at last leads
to the mystery of everything that has always been written.

To which I respond:

writing is a place where transience rushes inward to meet the eternal

Childcare for Alex tonight.

Made a nice big batch of oatmeal for breakfast.