who was the last one who planted elbows on the sill and sunk chin into palms and dreamed of space beyond the tree line out under the yellowing sky west, out of town, dreams long before the slow rains and neglect blooded the tin roof
For a thousand days prior to October 22, 2010, I posted images with accompanying words, or I posted words and then illustrated them with images. The form was the same; the genre varied with fiction, poetry, essays, and journal-like entries. Then after a thousand days I closed the book on Pablo Notes. Consequentially, the same month I ceased posting at Pablo Notes, Instagram was launched, a platform designed to share images and words about the images. This is where I am sharing most of my expressions these days @PabloPalm. But from time to time I want to share something that does not fit into Instagram as well as it fits into this format. So that’s what follows. (Posts below the search bar are pre-10.22.10) And thank you for the read. ...paul
