It has been written that when Picasso painted Les Demoiselles D’ Avignon he had the Four of Swords affixed to his studio door. I read tarot for amusement and follow some astrology. The card at my door would be a sculptor at his work bench surrounded by eight gold coins.

I have traveled a good deal, in Concord. —Henry David Thoreau Walking a familiar path through the forest with a friend, we come to a pond. It’s called Duck Pond, though I have yet to see any ducks. Together we look for the copperheads that sometimes sun themselves on

What does it mean to identify with limitation? It means to believe the thoughts, and the feelings in the body, that tell me I am broken and need to be fixed.

As a child I had recurring dreams of floating in darkness. I saw a ribbon of light that seemed to wind nowhere to nowhere. A perfect sphere of light appears on the ribbon rolling on into the infinite. Until suddenly — the sphere stops — time freezes. I would startle awake in

The horizon was gleaming metal and glass, broken up by screaming construction projects, the smell of exhaust, and brutalist facades from the 1970s, when the city was torn down and rebuilt as a monument to the future. I’d moved to Toronto as an experiment with capitalism. So far, it

My last acid trip in 2020 was surreal. Chao squirms at my feet. My poor dog is frantic. Her wet eyes weigh me down. Her eyebrows emote, I want to come with you. She is my single unit of chaos. Heart in knots, my racing thoughts pour into the sky.

Used to Be Used to be a literary bookstore on the next block with a winding wooden staircase, with tightly shelved science fiction paperbacks downstairs where I used to shoplift as an adolescent, with spasms of guilty joy, and never got caught. Used to be an Italian cafe near Central