Muse in me is at once like a guest, a meal and a wolf; consumed and consuming. At times hunkered down like a prepper with protein bars and weaponry, sometimes loose-limbed and striding out speaking in tongues to trees. Other times he is tight as wind-knots in fishing line, the hard place that will not run smoothly through the eye of life.
He likes (me) to fight, to fish, to wrestle, to draw, to write…
First published here with full transcript, notes and more images, September 4th 2023.
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