incessant traveling. post from the post.

a missive from Kalamazoo to say, apologies for any poor bloke who might’ve been waiting to hear anything, likely not a fool in the whole wide wicked whirl… but in case, story is: been a trekking as a voice box, cuts on the hands to prove they move, almost home though, almost through… meantime, trying to weasel back into school, face in me own narratives, trying to compile what best shines… more on that when we know, you know. mitten has us back for a stretch, minute to ease out the aches. more books on the soon, drupes are berries too says lady violinist from philadelphia, the story broadens… delicious. just a little something to say hello. back to buzzy soon as soon. k.