that unused app
showing some improvement–
New Year’s Day

home alone christmas--

unwrapping that pack

of juicy fruit gum

 

 

First to rise just after dawn, I wander through rooms in a part of town most people wouldn't volunteer to live in. Bitter cold again - the coming new year is a big question mark - not entirely lamentable, it just is.

 

Motes of dust float across the length of the room, suspended in wan light through frost on the windows - they rise on unseen currents, and then, simply disappear. 

 

rinsing out

yesterday's cup --

winter solstice

 

high above

the Macy's parade--

a black swan is floating