after i emptied my emptiness here yesterday a new friend of this waste book deemed it rhizomatic, which made my grey roots radiate. then i was a-swoon to learn mary likes it too. she said it has a simple voice, a zen voice. hummmm. i said i think i'm getting input from the dogs. dog zen. it's true.  though i often feel either embarrassed at the content or regret at the emptiness. emptiness is zen, but is embarrassment? maybe zen in the wicked west. but as i said to m.m., i often feel empty just before i spill. maybe the emptiness is like a moon to the waters and the critters within.
rhizome diary i may call it.