August 2026

august 1, stained glass

Why is the ground not all littered with impact from lightning? Maybe it is and I just don't notice.

CUTAWAY

Oh, I have a lot to BLOG ABOUT

Pinned to the border – Yellow flowers, yellow eyes

Windward, orographic lift

The children hid in the granary

I stood off to the side, thumbing the sticker off an apple // We opened a beer later and talked about it

Imagining all the little creatures sidling by, peeping out their stars

I have a couple practices, but mainly I'm just trying to get some laughs while I'm here

Interested in direct transmission // I won't settle for any less

I dread all the dreary days // And my ex's eyebrow piercing

august 2, offering to the roof august 2, j & m rooting around

august 3, all appear afresh again august 3, wheel of fortune august 3, bridge

august 4, beam troubles august 4, first time i looked up

Listening to Geidi Primes while it's about to start raining and now it is
august 5, my toils, my spoils august 5, M and M and M

The clock is accurate //
Slip between states of writing //
This all over feeling //
My stained glass practice sheet

I DREAMED: My friend adopted a stray dog, showed me this time lapse footage of it getting bigger, very jagged and sporadic, it's legs lengthening and shortening, body bulging in and out. I realize the animal is a hippo, not a dog.

august 6, chair burning on F's last night august 6, aftermath, before i peed

It just turned midnight, I've been in bed since 9:30pm watching Mad Men and being on my phone. Finally today so exhausted and sort of sad, but happy to run errands w/ M, the laundromat, bike shop, grocery store, to eat a hotdog, write a poem. But underneath is the anxiety that undergirds my whole life; I'm afraid of endings, of what flees. And this responsive desire of mine
TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF SOMETHING.
But it's mostly selfish, it's reactive, it's a projection, I have a hard time taking things at face-value, as they are. I'm desperate to know what could.
I think a lot of us probably feel this way, and part of me wonders if it's why I'm addicted to my phone, this shiny possibility, tho I know its coulds are all empty.
Meanwhile, there's a cricket in my room. The plastic band on my casio broke, and I "repaired" it with a keychain clip earlier this week, but it fell off my wrist somewhere amidst my errands today.
My computer is about to die. I'm in bed and both of my outlets are in use -- one for my lamp and one for my fan. I'm going to try and sleep,, More soon,, xoxo Cy

august 8, me in a mask they made august 8, piously prayers persist past patiently august 8, frogs on fb, relatable

august 9, doodles

abcdefghijjklmnopqrstuuvvvwwwxxxxxyyzzzzzzzz // special future traveler // already all // lazy summer air // sunny + warm lazy air // yellow metal dad fell // diligently

august 10, collect dirty fields

If I have cigarettes I will smoke them, but at least I found my watch. I'm washed up on the side of the road; there's a banana peel in front of me. Thoughts are simple lately -- it's all about my BLOCKS.

 august 10, sunset on roof w j and m and a billion dragonflies

august 11, stained glass2 august 11, jays scribble ly j august 11, big cricket keeping me company in my room

august 12, e and the trench digger, or something august 12, this is what modern means to me august 12, internet lounge
august 12, to the roof august 12, max making a poem w my blocks august 12, on the roof

When you make the decision to Toil In Obscurity, you have to stand beside it

august 13, block presentation august 13, J's tests

august 14, beginning of drive, marquette, ne august 14, end of drive, madison, wi