Today I picked up a few things to read: Lyotard's Chambre sourde, Mina Loy's The Lost Lunar Baedeker, Wyndham Lewis's Collected Poems and Plays, Swinburne's "A Ballad of Dreamland" and Veronica Forrest-Thomson's "Ducks & Rabbits." In the ground, there are corn flowers, a rhododendron, and a maple tree. In the sky, midnight angels.

smoke and mirrors

What are those creatures called? They fly, they skim the ground in the afternoon? There are two of them, forming figure eights. I am walking through a field. And one of them breaks away, circling me, tighter and tighter. This creature circles me as I walk, flying. As if to say.