i do not usually do synopses, prefer synapses. an exception for the now:
another has passed, into the deep blue. z married - the formal ceremony, the usual banter, his the third wedding in three months. after dessert lying on the floor drumming idly on tabla, eating grapes, contemplating steeps. driving rains ("earth's sharp defeat / against water's expansive generosity") as i dropped off muntaka, and home after midnight on dark country roads, stars somewhere above heavy dark clouds. the heavens unleashing sound and fury, recompense for earth's misdeeds through forms of mercy.
sunday with p eating watermelon and shovelling compost, eating donuts and killing mosquitoes, discussing The Impending Apocalypse and catholicism.
yesterday, time with many children, the first time i have played freezetag in years, and as we came up from running on green grass the rain swept down again. standing hands out and faces uplifted, it beat down white on dark water, as the body of water rose to become the body of light...
-- (sings) it's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring, he fell off the bed and hit his head..
- he hit his head. that means he's dead.
b - who's the old man?
- i don't know. it could be anyone.
-- it could be you!
- you're the old man!
-- (laughs)
