yes, the fire rises

contentious litigation
  -or-
still charging extra/ahead

my journey began six or seven years ago, depending on my memory and not counting the

implications of some lost island (both referentially and metaphorically), it was

convoluted to say (write) the least. i laughed cause we nicknamed a dog 'rufus' simply

b/c it seemed appropriate; i cried when we disbanded simply b/c it seemed unnecessary.

my head is a swimming pool at moonrise; a maid saves me from drowning. she's older and

poised. i cough up some liquor and ask if she has any pills. now, this is getting knitted

pretty deep, so recognize the weavings (esp. the one cutting fate). spied, screed or

scroll, pull/stich together the recollections.

to be continued...