



William Theodore Van Doren. Sunset from Stony Point, Albemarle County, Va. Oil on watercolor block, 16 x 20.
Written by Roosevelt Jamison, recorded by O.V. Wright, covered by Otis Redding:
If I was the sun way up there
I’d go with love most everywhere
I’ll be the moon when the sun goes down
Just to let you know that I’m still around
That’s how strong my love is
That’s how strong my love is
The fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife. So that’s what I did. I spread it on toast, even though this made it difficult to see where to take the first bite. As I ate, I became more imprecise and more vague than usual, which is saying something. This piece of writing is a product of the fog I swallowed. I can’t see where it’s going – I could bump into just about anything. A white blossoming pear tree all by itself in the clear-cut woods.