by Yule Heibel

Strange dreams, powerful imagery – androgyny, private clubs, mansions, Freemasons. The kind of jumbled and vivid dreaming you “remember” from sleep that’s been broken, then reconnected, then broken again. It was boiling hot yesterday. Around 12:30pm I phoned W. to report that the thermometer on the deck, which is in full sun, read 108ºF. The […]

Yesterday was quite a thing. After the usual morning routine, which didn’t include working on fiction but rather transcribing notes from Camille Paglia’s book, and exercising – but skipping breakfast – I went outside at ~11:15 to do “some” yard work. Three-and-three-quarter (nearly four) hours later, I was done. (Done in.) Mowing, edging, and trimming […]

Hello, and here we are again on a Monday, 6a.m. It’s not what I prefer, to be up this early. And it’s cold. The living room thermostat reads 61ºF. So I put the heat back on, although by Wednesday we’ll hit 80ºF. It’s no good, though, is it, if heat is somewhere else when you’re […]

This week that is ending has really been a washout in most ways. Sometimes it really feels like nothing moves, which makes me wonder whether any sense of “movement,” when it is experienced, is merely an illusion. Maybe there’s only monadic hopping, from point to point. Each point is a Yoda-ish “do.” But what about […]