the little grey notebook--
it goes where I go, and comes out over coffee or waiting for a meal in a restaurant, or any other time I'm just sitting around, watching, pondering on what's around me, or something inside scrabbling quietly at the back door of consciousness. Here's what happened in the little grey notebook today: Kinless Under a sky netted with stars like gems in the sweeping waves of holy tresses… Wind sighs like divine breath of the world around and with it I also breathe… Running, running kinless under the... Sign in to see full entry.