It’s funny, when I was little, I never looked at my phoneto see if someone had written me a letter that I could not
toss into a roaring fire
The dictionary is really just a tree with leaves that fall to the ground. I like to pick them upand make them into funny shapes. Once a year I collect them all and put them into a basket
and burn them so that they might grow again. But never in Fall. Never in Fall.
I dreamt I was walking on a sidewalk behind an orchestra single file on their way to lunch.I was the 111th person in line. Which made me think I was really thinking about war rather than music. Or perhaps symmetry and food. Of perhaps that we float in the air in a melody at night.
Ricky Garni grew up in Miami and Maine. He works as a graphic designer by day and writes music by night. COO, a tiny collection of short prose printed on college lined paper with found materials such as coins, stamps, was recently released by Bitterzoet Press.