today i suddenly thought, “the dugong is the cockatoo of the sea.” the sentence felt true but i didn’t know why, so i was furious. hours later i realized the association: tuna is called “the chicken of the sea.” my mind had a little accident with analogies.
these days, i am like a toddler trying to form sentences with refrigerator magnets, scrabble tiles, and plastic farm animals. i’ve thought of croutons as “jam buttons,” confused the train for “germans,” and desperately desired to call rabbits “cantaloops”; cantaloops is not even a word, so that’s especially tragic.

a self-portrait.

from muddling words to losing them–
my father’s mother and brother rarely spoke. they could share a roof with you for months and not share a word. one can inherit such silences. and maybe it’s more ethical not to speak than to be irresponsible with words. sometimes i feel that each word shared is like a beam set to bridge the gap between persons, and the more you speak, the more the other person invests in that connection. that’s terrible to me. i wish burning bridges were a victimless crime.

one of my earlier burials. i didn’t stamp my seal on this one because it was unresolved, but now i don’t care to do so, as time diminishes most needs.

now, you will love how i expertly photoshopped this collar onto an owl from my sketchbook……. try not to let the use of drop-shadow and outer-glow filters make you sad……. i want to find more such stones. i like them colorless but translucent, naturally hewn, and drilled with a hole, because i want to braid more collars, and the stones add a touch of witchcraft. if you find any, you should email me. i would buy or trade, but i don’t particularly care to go searching for them myself. susie000 at gmail.com