It is for Us.

Swet is so patient as I take on the role of director, inviting large equipments and crew into our afternoon home. He sits very handsomely perusing a record, until I steal his hat, and his record because he makes it look so very nice in the four pm light.

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can we hither...sure sure sure!
we stagger at the flame already lit.
we choke of the easy dance,
we break glimmering breads
knowing how to cook aflame.

can we yon?
yes.
canyon.

Yonder searching toward such small wooden
thing unable to conceive of such fatuous inedibles
Craving nothing but bread and tea, Coning already
coming waves and empty halls, coming upon a ladyship of the canyon, regal and foreign, separate apart from the fields

Yonder canyon comin' towardly of the Canyon Yonder.

our house

home is where the staircase crossed out in your front lawn is

wheels

you can get a ridem on this hot ticket. we do. it's a yin yin not a growler, and we feel classy and british about it.

I must soon enter the Sea.

I have a California Dreamin' need that never seems to leave. I must need less oxygen, more salt, a good pummel.

Verscious Packard, An Amenity, Third Family Part To Come

First Moves

We Are Welcoming Ourselves

Hello. We are Here Now. Picturing our near to places. Full of future remembrance. Making space to explore our designs and desire.