The traffic between storytelling and metaphysics is continuous.

— John Berger



The Bricoleur

How I loved to stuff myself with the unripe, 
the unready, the rough and ragged greens of undigested thought … 
Bricoleur is what I am. Collector of scraps: sappy, juicy, 
unraveling, precipitous. Fragments I yearn together … 

- from the poem "Bird: A Memoir' by Susan Mitchell, Erotikon

Written on the Edges

The Boring Faultless