1:07 p.m. This comes from George Toles' "A House Made of Light," from the last essay:

It is frighteningly easy for an evolving narrative to perish under the weight of excessive premeditation or analytic control -- the wrong kind of knowing. The imagination is like an oversensitive friend, who can regard any form of inquiry into its secrets as a terrible slight, and who can go into hiding without any warning when it feels betrayed.

Another note to myself: In modern America, no nightmare is forbidden.

the Funny Show

agriculture poem

my life in the ghost of Bush

time-lapsed (part 1)

unreconciled

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