the fans blow white noise
I am still-sleepy after waking
the scent of coffee brewing
drifts through the apartment
sifting through the soft air flow
my head feels thick
like my brain is made of
cotton balls
Exploring history, from when preserved our stories by the stars to our contemporary culture where we stream our narratives continuously into the world-wide-miasma of the electromagnetic-fog. PHP is an exercise in personal and collective mythological narrative...the leitmotif of creative non-fiction. Presenting: Ancient Myth Edition; Heroes, Holidays and Saints; It happened...On this Day; Minneapolis Fan-Fiction; Minneapolis Streets Edition; The City of Water and Wild Places; The Skein of Days
the fans blow white noise
I am still-sleepy after waking
the scent of coffee brewing
drifts through the apartment
sifting through the soft air flow
my head feels thick
like my brain is made of
cotton balls
soft, the morning light
the dappled silhouette
of the maple tree
laying on the window shades
crooked branches, jagged leaves
swaying in the breeze
there is a dog barking
at a distance
the sky is gunmetal-gray
the air cool and thickening
there is the promise of rain