rescue dreams. it's a criminal empire. eerily quiet with fearocious wind. do the best you can. let's hope elizabeth warren gets with bernie, and stays with us. even with her we are fighting the greatest empire of criminal power the world has ever seen. the silt of dreams of rescue. wakeful, melancholic, the winds are crazy winds, 6omph, gaslighting gusts of patriarchy, soul-chilling propaganda, 13 foot waves, voter suppression, gaseous dreams, fraud, lies, hate and war spreading like toxic fracking effluvia, epidemic infuelences, flooding imminent and dangerous. riprap on the way. i saw a guy on a skateboard, surfboard under arm, heading to the surf.
i braved the winds to the liberry. i got these fevered days the pivotal moments in the making of emily dickinson and the bear in an edenic future a stunning tribute to the beauty of nature's dominion. 
dreamed last night of a sparrow entering the house by the open back door. i think i let the bird out waving my arms and it wanted in came back, flew by my face. crashed into the threshold and fell in pieces, blue-black spangles scattered, a wind-up music box mechanism and a spring, all that was left of the bird.