May 4, 2018

The terrible anniversary, which we do not forget. Much gardening, perhaps too much. I come out of the sun and lie down in the cool and sleep.

Underpaid Nick by $800 and can’t figure out how.

Sat by the French Broad and wrote of the trees and the geese.

Listening steadily to Mountain Gospel.

Within two hours of finishing Invisible Husbands. It will not be the ending I foresaw.

What of the Christians? If they just danced on their wooden floors crying “Glory!” all would be well. But we parse and pick and pretend we understand the scriptures. We point our bony fingers. Some great spirit must come among us. Some great spirit must overshadow us. Some great spirit must come among us for whom the only greeting we can devise is “Glory!” Overshadow. Bow us down.