"Nancy is babysitting tonight."

Thirteen bounding gazelles headed west for more food and cover, it was that sun from her childhood, it was late in the day, mid-November.

They had been called together by the one with poor vision and a funny way of speaking, what the tall one called, "an accent."

Where the wolf actually was now, was anyone's guess. Terry knew it couldn't be in zone 20 because the mountain lions hunted there, he had noticed tracks a few days earlier around the banks of the reservoir. Terry had his weapons, he had met the animal before and he, unlike Ben or his father's best friend, Mr. DeWeese, was no longer afraid.

Pamela parked the car and Dee Dee got out, walked into the florist and asked to see her wrist corsage. She could hardly wait for the dance. She had hoped that the rocket launch might be postponed. She was nervous as the boy behind the counter asked for her name again.
"Buehman." She replied.
Dee Dee Buehman."
The boy disappeared into a room and then returned.
"No, sorry." He said blankly.
"But..." said Dee Dee.
"Maybe Mrs. Erickson didn't do it yet....Kenny is still in the hospital." The boy picked at the scab on his elbow. It began to bleed.
"The dance is tomorrow.... though." said Dee Dee as she fought back tears.
"I know. I ain't goin neither." said the boy.
Dee Dee was stuck. She turned and looked out the window of the small shop. She began to cry. Across the street, a boy with a skateboard rode off the sidewalk, jumping the cement curb, into the street and into an oncoming Dodge Stratus.

She was all ass...

I feel hollow.
I am not in my own bed.

A sheet sticks to me when I wake up, my own blood sticks me to the sheet.

There had been a fight.

Still cannot recall the exact details. I am certain it was not my fault. I am certain she was not human. I am certain of the scar this cut will leave, not unlike the last few. Why do they target me? What have I done? When will they realize I won't back down? Where do they come from?

The sky.

I remember now.
They come from the sky.

Glacier-July 18

more massings

amassing the mass and then massing

Last night I met up at Wilshire and Western.

It was wild. The group of about 600 massed up on the north east corner, above the subway entrance and we finally rolled out north on Western completely shutting down traffic and running every red light. We headed west on 6th street and that was wonderful, a massive group riding through Hancock Park, yelling and making noise, joking, jockeying...

We then went south on Robertson headed below Pico and then turned around and stopped traffic at Olympic. The larger group ahead did this circle of death there, where they ride around in a circle and then pick up their bikes over their heads and hold the bikes up in the air and continue to walk in the circle. After that we headed east again on Olympic then up Fairfax, east on 3rd and into Pan Pacific Park.

I rode with Irv, he said that he usually rides to the 2nd stop with the group and then heads home but he called it after the park. He went home and I rode with everyone out and up LaBrea about as far as Santa Monica.

People came out of stores and restaurants and yelled from their cars, "Why are you doing this?"

The videos on Youtube don't quite do it justice. You have to do it to feel the fun and excitement. I've never laughed so much while riding my bike.

Oh, and I can't walk at all right now.

rover dover river rocks
picked up placed on
put down and packed apart
water springs again
falling on the flat
cold, blue and lifeless
leaves cleared, netting set
wire mesh above
a basin clean, full, black
noisy water springs high
but for how long?
eels and leaves shushed
branch sand
orange petal
ashen thorn
sad pebble
drum thumb
poked brush
moss beard
lotions of sea-ivy
trails out window shed
lapping splashes
rocks laugh