Good morning. It is June 10, 2026, and it’s a Wednesday.
Woke up. Thought about spiders. Made coffee and a bagel with hummus. Wrote a poem about spiders and mosquitoes. Tried to make my phone default to text in the browser. Not happy with the results.
Grayes versus nature. The world seems to be about fucking and consumption. What if instead we default to grace.
Going to lie in the bathtub with the William Stafford biography, with another Poets biography waiting for me.
Pick up J from work tonight. Built in deadline. Good morning.