then, suddenly, it dawned on me. if tim can't come up with his own content for blog on a regular basis, but is fortunate enough to have some good friends check said blog more often than he is moved to write, he will partially fill the void with stuff they probably haven't read by people of some serious talent.

i know, it's like putting a band-aid on a gaping head wound of inactivity, but it's a start.

here goes, though the line breaks are fucked up by the person who put this online:

A HUNDRED BOLTS OF SATIN


All you

have to lose

is one

connection

and the mind

uncouples

all the way back.

It seems

to have been

a train.

There seems

to have been

a track.

The things

that you

unpack

from the

abandoned cars

cannot sustain

life: a crate of

tractor axles,

for example,

a dozen dozen

clasp knives,

a hundred

bolts of satin­—

perhaps you

specialized

more than

you imagined.


‑KAY RYAN

Next week: Psalms. maybe.