...of clothing (outside), and of cloth (indoors)...
I have quite a lot of my pieces hanging here one over
the other, being short of other storage places...
...and a shark with a shawow...
...and a small booklet...
A strip of the recently dyed fabrics made me
think of this. I used that for the cover, adding
pages from other bits and pieces and scraps.
"The cold grows colder, even as the days
grow longer, February's mercury vapor light
buffing but not defrosting the bone-white
ground, crusty and treacherous underfoot.
This is the time of year that's apt to put
a hammerlock on a healthy appetite,
old anxieties back into the night,
insomnia and nightmares into play;
when things in need of doing go undone
and things that can't be undone come to call,
muttering recriminations at the door,
and buried ambitions rise up through the floor
and pin your wriggling shoulders to the wall;
and hope's a reptile waiting for the sun."
(Bill Christophersen: February)