tidying up the caboose desk with Ichiro’s zines, stacks of postcards & letters – from misprints to treasures from many pals and countries…
Amongst anecdotes, stashing each into folios with care along with sifting through scraps of poetry and folders of writing projects complete (like Fiddlehead poems submission) to mysterious (Imagined Lives) to in progress (Worth of Trees) and looking through to-do lists, what with the end of the year approaching and all no big deal ~~ mellow vibes, dodgy lighting, mediocre sound but sweeeet sweater vest and beard looking almost Santa Claus ready
