It’s clear the Oracle is feeling the world’s distress.

I had a dream recently about weaving paper.  I’ve done it before, but in the dream I was using wax paper left over from monoprints (I’m low tech in my technique) and weaving painted paper through it.  I’ve been saving the wax paper images and wondering what to do with them.  I used newspaper that had been underneath my watercoloring (protecting the drawing table) and cut it into strips.  I like the interaction of layers, papers, and paint.

The newspaper happened to be the front pages with headlines about the Synagogue shooting in Pittsburgh in 2018.  The world seems to be falling ever deeper and deeper into a vast hole.

why was
the bare sky
crying raindrunk
wind whispering
with the shadow language
of raw rusted light