it doesn’t have to be a war a world away to feel like something’s closing in something invisible and spreading moving day and night without boots on the ground or weapons of any kind a defenseless danger because its slow attack is soundless...

Sunday’s church sign reads: Clean conscience, softer pillow I get it – vacuum out all the dirt inside and your head will be lighter and won’t press on the pillow as hard even an excellent idea if you don’t own a pillow or prefer a firm one also, the way it affects dreams I used to float above my town at night when I was very young, buoyed by a life free of stress then for many years was chased by monsters through mud, barely escaping death recently, dreams are con

the dogs and I walk square streets - four rights and we’re back home a trip to the grocery store is like a business trip, the doctor’s office, a reluctant outing eating out, an oh boy! adventure my universe ends at the town’s border friends live nearby or internet close my web of connections, now the net that holds me from a large, colorful painting, my life has withered to a black dot not black widow but garden spider no longer hungry for food but little joys wrappe