Every morning is new, though much of my gallery has some age on it. Every person who reads or hears a piece hears it once for the first time, and so then does that piece grow into a memory, so then does that piece age for others. So every piece i write is at once fresh and dusty: uncorked blown-glass bottles of swishing wine.
Find a piece that is strange and familiar, something that speaks to you, something nostalgic and yet touchably nouveau -- note to self.
p.s. thank you anyone who has payed any attention to my stuff, i really appreciate it so very much. peace to all who read this.
--Renee