Will anyone be held accountable for the genocide? No. But there will be a stark record of the infamy.

I dropped a sungold heirloom tomato and Olive grabbed it and ran and put it by her ping-pong ball. It was immaculate. 

 It's clear the takers are gonna take all they can get before the collapse. Just look at the tower so ugly who cares. Folks just wanna be apart of it. 

seven starlings. the thing i wondered is why did he want to make a remake? but the answer i suppose is in the question. words may fail we may say but words may connect. what i want to say is we're made of words, don't worry about words, just write.

Then I see a review of Carolyn Forché's new book Otherwhere, and then skip to her poem Museum of Stones, and I'm back in our graveyard looking at this grave gone anonymous with lichen and time, in our museum of stones, and somewhere in there I reply to a post by Jonathan Ofir about the fear of words, and I reply but maybe my reply is more about me but still I want to say his words don't fail, at least they don't fail here. And then I want to show this castle crystal we gave I gave Trudy she said looks like the Sleeping Beauty castle in the Magic Kingdom and Neuschwanstein.

 I think about Remake when I read a ramble by Bashka, then look at the shadow of a smokestack and a cloud pattern of a dried up pool on the garage roof. Somebody whistles, a bird I think. I'm still thinking of Remake. Like, what happens in life, and when somebody exits abruptly. Maybe I shouldn't say much about Remake, as it's about what you think, watching it. Whatever we're in is reality. 

 We heard the coyotes last night. My library queue is in suspension again, I think I'll go to the bookstore for Coyote America. I finished Exterminate All The Brutes, and I'm making my way in Terra Nullius.