when the clairvoyant pauses, one buys a glove box

Dream Journal

I had one of those nights where I couldn't sleep and by that I mean: I was fighting sleep (or some combination of my head/heart wouldn't let me sleep). Too many thoughts, tears, memories, etc. You know what I mean. I know you do. There are those nights when late night aloneness with deep sadness comes. They just come.

I finally fell asleep for a few moments or maybe a few hours, and was jolted awake by these thoughts. This morning I found them written in my dream journal:

Lack of sleep becomes sacred

like an alter object
holding space for loss

JenMarie made my dream journal.
It is one of my most sacred objects.
Plus I like to stick my face in it and breath in the leather deep.

when the clairvoyant pauses

lori sent me her manuscript of poems, utmost brevity, which included the phrase when the clairvoyant pauses

after writing lifeline and city, i sought out a "frame" at the local thrift store, saw these, had the idea to sew

as some of you know, i have this thing for trace/translucent paper

the pieces printed

at the paper store at grand central, i ask don't you think that one looks most like a séance?

what was left out

after