joulupukki

the yule on the hill For those who still frequent the bleachers, however sporadically, you may have noticed there has been a cull on dead links. Moreover, siblings & reprobates has seen a scythe run through it in a bid to weed out those sites which have not been updated in more than one year. 

the nursery

The little classroom smelled of energy. Fizz. It was not a smell, I don’t believe, immediately familiar to those adult bodies squeezed into chairs several sizes too small. It was not a smell of skin. Finger paint. Cleaning products. Its totality was greater than its parts. The children came in in pairs. Loosely joined at

there is no higher power

I went to a place lit nicely for recovering nuts. They played ping-pong. Some of them frequented an arts lab where one might safely throw paint. When not flailing over a table or weaving baskets signed off by Jackson Pollock at the corners, a good proportion of souls in transit chose to exorcise demons. In