Thursday, January 16, 2014

tannic, verde in Roser Park

Illuminated shrubbery in Roser Park neighborhood, beside the big children's hospital where I used to go. My great-grandmother would apply her reddest lipstick to accompany my very young mother over the bridge to take me there for check ups. Now, Arti and I live only blocks from Roser Park., a strange FL place that has hills, but is not falling into a sinkhole. A little Venice with the canal, a little dilapidated Southern Gothic.

on Twitter

, 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.

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.

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