--- so who is ijkwhatever?


raised beneath redwoods she's surely moon-drunk tonight.  thinking, without the little things (finch nests, pennies found heads up, termites, ants, or atoms, ash), the big things (tokyo, the amazon, the tarantula nebula, {all that cosmic emptiness} etc...) would likely cease to exist. thinking,  if there is/was/continues to be a higher power, he/she/they is likely a poet and not a mathematician. 

partners in crime

go ahead, she can't read your mind

drop her a text


books of whatever

somewhere in the santa cruz county, likely in motion, making like a maple seed

when to reach her?

whenevs really.  

hours subject to sudden upheaval

and lunar adjustment