It’s snowing! Again! I can’t believe it. Guess it was folly to presume that things were getting back to normal around here. Shit. I am so disgusted, keep dreaming of the desert.

Threw a pineapple at a squirrel this morning; a pineapple-shaped lantern-candle holder. I picked it up and threw it at a fat squirrel raiding the bird feeder. He flew into the bushes. Looked like he could use the exercise.

Synchronicity alert. While working on a poem yesterday, I wrote, “periwinkle as stars emerging.” Jon Stewart or someone on his show last night used the word “periwinkle.” What’s up with that? How does that happen?

There is something rather spooky about this project with Tina, the art book combining her images with my poetry. Without ever planning to, I have been working in this way ever since Rattler, the poetry zine Peter and I published so long ago. You’d think I was a student of McLuhan or something. Perhaps it is just natural for someone raised with television, movies, moving images.

I wrote another poem for it today and managed to get some work done on the novel. I need to keep up the pace.

SCOUT

Persisting
for many seasons
in lace bark
in splendour
cultivated
impious ornamental
prickles
winks
piques
the neighbourhood
creeps and mongrels.
Peepers penetrate
ogle jeeps
street walkers.
Tinted stomata tell.

Spy or witness?