June 25, 2022

Great, agitated din of crows in the morning. The anemone bed is pressed down where a bear struggled to get through the gate. I usually leave it open for just that reason, though Tony closed it when he was mowing. 

Finished the revision of Songs Strong Against the Powers of the Air. The parts I removed were as removable as a marble from a bowl of Jello. 

Before the Holy Temple is on stage this very moment in Wisconsin. I look at my publication history and try to explain the gap, then realize that for twenty years I did almost nothing but plays, which, for the moment at least, disappear into the trackless ether.