My strange hybrid flash "Lunatic Impromptu" is up a jmww.
And I'm in Capitola, eating cheerios with strawberries at a round wooden table by floor-to-ceiling windows in our nice Airbnb. It's chilly and gray and rainy outside, the surf is high--but cozy inside, with a fire in the gas fireplace. I'm looking at a gigantic mural across the street of a mermaid. Horace in his Ars Poetica cautions against mixing genres, lest you end up with a monstrous hybrid that looks like a beautiful woman above, an ugly fish below. I rather like my beauiful monster.
After meditating on the form for Jill Talbot, I'm surprised to see that "Lunatic Impromptu" is a triptych.