Perch @perchingpath@eldritch.cafe

"I felt I'd incurred a great debt at birth, and now I don't. I forget what happened in the interim."

The (arguably) first recorded jazz band losing their pianist to the 1918 Flu and their trombonist (temporarily) to a Great War draft is a handy chronoceptive reference point.

As a kid I assumed that dusty haunted house jazz was a 1950s recontextualization prompted by distance and decayed shellac, but no! that association was intended right from the first jass recordings. Rib cage percussion is a supracentennial institution.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP9C5Mw2BCY

SORRY!

Cobbling a stolen dwelling from the corners of your ceiling, their awkward crawlspace, and the rear three feet of a too-deep mower shed. Paintings hung over the joins while further seizures are diagrammed.

Every year spent untended on the waterfront makes the Ghost Ships of the Delaware field guide more precise. When you see those masses wavering above the spume remain obstinately dark through a lightning flash, you'll tick Masted Topsail Schooner on your checklist and know what to do.

There's no reason beyond habit for screamed vocals to be confined to heavy genres.

Can't die 'til I've gathered sufficient intimates to justify a granular seven page will disbursing my worthless possessions in alternately acid and affectionate manners.

Keep a matched pair of Newfoundlands named Onerous & Dolorous, allow them to roam your damp estate. Plant dense, hindersome stands of willow and let white paint flake from your window frames.

Snow in February, frogs in March.

The swans swam east out of frame to investigate a littered gold-glitter balloon, discussing it in tones of goosey stridency leavened with a purring nasal trill.

Heron movements tentative like once-yearly skaters.

About Paulownia:

Got done up in jade & lace to step out and have a crystal glassful of pomegranate seeds & kir royal in the company of firework-flustered birds. Thin mist thickening with smoke then attenuating again.