So here we start

So here we start
At the beginning of time?
Back to stone & fire
Grease and dirt
Marks in the sand

Ideas
By gestures & looks
Conveyed

Change from running away
To stalking
Grazing to gathering
Saving and planning

Now we have time.

This is where we Start

This is were we start

With dirty hands scratching in the dirt

Searching

Hunting and gathering eating as we go

With dirty hands~sticky hands

Hunting nuts and berries eating as we go

With dirty sticky hands

They touch hairless arms
And leave a mark

They touch faces
And leave a mark

They laugh
With dirty, sticky hands.

Streams within streams

The Fiction Project

It is time to ship off my Fiction Project to Art House Gallery in Brooklyn, NY. I am rather anxious about it.

I know it is not such a big deal, but there is so much of me in it, that it feels a lot like walking naked in public, sending this off.

Of course, it has all the necessary evils of a book, the title page, dedication, prologue, and Introduction. All those pages we all skip over!

But here it is, such as it is.