1. COLIMA CERAMIC ARMADILLO: ancient yet contemporary, capable of rolling into a ball, but why bother when your fired ceramic is tough as stone? And you ring like a bell when pinged with a fingernail! Unmoving, vastness of the universe is yours on four legs.

1. COLIMA CERAMIC ARMADILLO: ancient yet contemporary, capable of rolling into a ball, but why bother when your fired ceramic is tough as stone? And you ring like a bell when pinged with a fingernail! Unmoving, vastness of the universe is yours on four legs.

2. SMITH CORONA "SILENT" TYPEWRITER: all the letters are seeds for landscapes of wheat or hay, all your stories waiting to be told (it's true the keys attract monkeys but they add pungency), your tea in the cup waiting to be spilled, steam in the form of water. In your own modern durable carrying case.

2. SMITH CORONA "SILENT" TYPEWRITER: all the letters are seeds for landscapes of wheat or hay, all your stories waiting to be told (it's true the keys attract monkeys but they add pungency), your tea in the cup waiting to be spilled, steam in the form of water. In your own modern durable carrying case.

3. DEAD SEATTLE PHONEBOOTH: what was once modern lately seems a relic, you shall struggle to realign and speak contemporary, what once carried the tone of the time and many voices now listens; it's not electric networks that lend you your vertical life. It's your soul all outdoors.

3. DEAD SEATTLE PHONEBOOTH: what was once modern lately seems a relic, you shall struggle to realign and speak contemporary, what once carried the tone of the time and many voices now listens; it's not electric networks that lend you your vertical life. It's your soul all outdoors.

4. SUNDAY MENUDO: along the boulevards and avenues, from San Francisco to D.F. of a Sunday, it's steaming, your bits of chewy innards, pigs' feet & nervio (like wires) in the red grease, dashed with lemon like salty tears, chopped onion like bitter tears, sprinkled with curly oregano like dusty wind off the desert.

4. SUNDAY MENUDO: along the boulevards and avenues, from San Francisco to D.F. of a Sunday, it's steaming, your bits of chewy innards, pigs' feet & nervio (like wires) in the red grease, dashed with lemon like salty tears, chopped onion like bitter tears, sprinkled with curly oregano like dusty wind off the desert.

5. A BOOK IN THE LIBRARY OF FORGETTING: a door shut on abandoned buildings: movements, cultures & civilizations destroyed, erased by enemies and circumstance, reeking of forbidden possibilities like black mold, you dream of potential, spores of hidden histories, germs of unseen life creeping over white space and blind words.

5. A BOOK IN THE LIBRARY OF FORGETTING: a door shut on abandoned buildings: movements, cultures & civilizations destroyed, erased by enemies and circumstance, reeking of forbidden possibilities like black mold, you dream of potential, spores of hidden histories, germs of unseen life creeping over white space and blind words.

6. CLOVES: by the dozen---dried flowers of an evergreen tree or nails pegging pungency to the tongue, your story of migration & imperialism, oceans & cook fires, islands & goats. Only this nail provided the essential tang across that distance, so lives on in stews of many continents.

6. CLOVES: by the dozen---dried flowers of an evergreen tree or nails pegging pungency to the tongue, your story of migration & imperialism, oceans & cook fires, islands & goats. Only this nail provided the essential tang across that distance, so lives on in stews of many continents.

7. MILES: empty stance across hills and basins, broad topography of spent desire, comings & goings, immensity of intense skies, rolling California's great sunny valleys, a ringing moment inspired by your breath, a terrain inscribed by your presence.

7. MILES: empty stance across hills and basins, broad topography of spent desire, comings & goings, immensity of intense skies, rolling California's great sunny valleys, a ringing moment inspired by your breath, a terrain inscribed by your presence.