Came in out of the dark to find a large spider on the door. Eight homeless souls perished in Poland yesterday , where it is at least twenty times colder outside than here, this frigid morning.
At the end , did my sitting by the wood burner, lang syne, anguishing about the writer's lot make any difference ?
For a point in time , in the bathroom , I suddenly appreciated my Dad's need to sweat about God's forgiveness, five minutes before his death. Five years over and done.
Actually, yes; a turn of phrase was found. A writhing , half-formed critter, the death and life of us all; that is what I was working like a dog on busting.