—COULDN’T FEEL FARTHER AWAY THAN I DO RIGHT NOW

 …When it rains, it pours, and sometimes in a good way, like all of these published pieces this week…

https://www.connotationpress.com/fiction/3491-len-kuntz-fiction-2

http://ghostparachute.com/issue/july-2019-issue/the-art-of-being-industrious/

https://www.connotationpress.com/fiction/3492-a-note-from-fiction-editor-jonathan-cardew-july-2019

http://nixesmate.pub/thirst-len-kuntz/?fbclid=IwAR1iXUl1Rxgtj5q_DZWQBcnHa8vVFDXMUT41867KcJz4YzImcsEc1KiNsvk

https://issuu.com/mojaverivermedia/docs/mrr-vol5no1-spring-summer2019_final/117?fbclid=IwAR1MyNaTeQcIayejoRSUVgwYwA27oUA60KMhC_XbDW0_FzOc3g-LoPuVm6M

…There are some things that, unless you’ve been there and have experienced it for yourself, you’ll never believe.

…Sometimes the most liberating words are I don’t know.  I’ve just got to remember to use them.

…The mind won’t believe what the heart won’t obey.

…Pete flew by at dawn this morning.  Seemed like he was looking for you.

…Every second people ask Google 40,000 questions and we check our phones 8 billion times a day, worldwide.  Doesn’t sound very conversational.

…Even the crickets sound tired this morning.

…It’s kind of fun to walk in a thunder storm.  It’s like the world is cracking all around you but when you look, it’s still there, albeit sort of wet and dusty-looking.

  

…What’s wrong with Portland?  What’s wrong with people?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=share&v=I3oZQxd86oY&fbclid=IwAR2N0YMrk3ktWtn_QMZs3tC99_9A6zoaF_UDUZRFeNF5FqxZ0lZXaeSLHL4&app=desktop

…There’s always a moment when it seems like it won’t work out, so you either let inertia do its work or you take a moment to figure out the why.

…All the shouting in me hides somewhere down around my toes.

…I wonder how the ocean keeps itself together.  Seems like it has more going on than the rest of us.

…There’s nothing like New York.  Anything can happen there.

…Maybe some of us are just waiting to fall apart, or maybe some of us already have.

…This morning I am practicing the slow dance of life, watching the sticky gray huddling, listening to the tickling fingers of the rain on these walls and windows.

…There’s a hole here.  You can put your arm right through it.  You can even walk right through it.

…I feel the blues knocking.  Time to move to a different room.

…I’m sending you a sigh this morning.  Can you hear it?