now I have cancer, I am convinced that I am mortal too
I keep adding to Eos, my ongoing text/image project
Photographs I took early this morning, 5 Jan
With the tsunami behind it, the sea is probing this edge . . .
I am haunted by a painting by Degas . . .
What took millions of years from volcanic left-overs happened here overnight
pale, grey ghosts mooning in the shadows are Starry Pufferfish.
A Stingray is feeding by my feet
The season’s first cicadas start winding up the sound boxes in their abdomens
It’s been raining, clouds forage, a moon survives . . .