Friday, September 21, 2012
Flordacana Sept 2012 #3
" a small spoil island", "an alligator is an anachronism that can eat you." -- Karen Russell, Swamplandia
When I got home after the Springs, it was tepid out. Got in the little pool on the back porch. Overcast sky through the screen; lizards clung to the buggy mesh, throats pulsing. I stood still, in the shallow end for so long (a book propped up on the crumbling deck at chest level) that a thin belt-- the lacing together of minuscule black legs, all akimbo, these dead froglets--ringed my waist.
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, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.