How have online sales been going?
Too busy. I have had absolutely no time to do anything besides this and deal with the construction people…I still have unanswered contact emails from two weeks ago!
Scrap Creative Reuse, 1:30PM, 11/4/2024
december is the culmination of a series of unfortunate events, one month crashing into another, a pileup on a highway slick with ice. the snow masks your face, reflects the sun into my eyes. you believe punishment precedes trial, as did i, once upon a time. that time is no longer upon us–its passage should not be mistaken for an apology. i look into the bottom of my cup, at the tea leaves and the tarot cards, as if the swirling dredges could pull a lifeless body from the shore.
I got the job back, and I’ve been in meetings all day, all the guys at the house are really nice. So yeah, I’ve been sober for about five weeks now—yeah, thank you!
AADL Downtown, 4:30PM, 10/29/2024
it’s interesting that most of our limits are self-enforced, biological or not. in a society composed of chance, where do we draw the line? you and i do not hold the same significance. you see a miracle when you look out the window and i see a miracle when i look at you. both are true, in a sense. Darwish would profess an act of love, Marías a curiosity (“the window of a lover is more interesting than our own will ever be”). the window is a physical limitation, the infatuation a mental one. history always repeats itself; man must do as man did once.
You can each pick out one ornament for the tree. See they have Barbie, Minnie and Mickie, all the princesses… Grinch, Hocus Pocus, Harry Potter…
Walmart, 11:30AM, 11/30/2024
salem, 1690.
a body surfaces, frozen eyes and blueberry lips. a prayer, coughed up from the lungs. she’s alive! a miracle! the women weep and grow restless: they know what is coming. the preacher accuses, first with his eyes, then with his fist. a promise, jerked upright, throat wringed like a wet dishcloth. the floor opens and swallows the body. who’s next? the yew adds another ornament to its branches. inside the house, a silence borne from fear. not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
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