Jonathan, this is compact, compelling, and raising this question: as I read your words, …real life dreaming…faint lyrics from California Dreaming, by the Mamas and the Papas, wafted out of my Sentimental Jukebox. That’s my neural Rolodex of songs, artists, lyrics, and the setting, usually, in which I heard them.
I hope your week of dreaming was fruitful and restful. Striking flint to steel for new writing and poetry? Exploring possible collaborations with other creators? This must resemble the guessing of Rumplestiltskin’s name. Best I not invade your thinking.
I’m working on putting together a book, so striking less new flint and more assembling old bits into a new whole. Stay tuned! Also, thank you for upgrading your subscription, kind sir.
Leave your heart in SFO?
Jonathan, this is compact, compelling, and raising this question: as I read your words, …real life dreaming…faint lyrics from California Dreaming, by the Mamas and the Papas, wafted out of my Sentimental Jukebox. That’s my neural Rolodex of songs, artists, lyrics, and the setting, usually, in which I heard them.
I hope your week of dreaming was fruitful and restful. Striking flint to steel for new writing and poetry? Exploring possible collaborations with other creators? This must resemble the guessing of Rumplestiltskin’s name. Best I not invade your thinking.
Your sentimental jukebox is exactly what I had in mind to trigger. Thanks for confirming!
I’m working on putting together a book, so striking less new flint and more assembling old bits into a new whole. Stay tuned! Also, thank you for upgrading your subscription, kind sir.
I noted your address and deleted the comment. A couple of items will be headed your way soon.
I would like to like your poems.
I would like to read them.
But you put light colored text
Over your photos.
And I can't see 'em.
sunrise in the sky
above the flight deck
of the world shortly after
take off in san francisco
following a week
of real life dreaming