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special alien flower time love

Hey, the special cactus flowers bloomed, night before last.  I was in the bathroom yesterday morning, the window was slightly open, and I heard R outside tell H, “Hey, did you see these?” And H had seen them, and I got excited because my friend in Henderson, hers bloomed about a week and a half […]

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shed

I’m not overwhelmed exactly but very scattered.  I do things I didn’t mean to, and I don’t do things I really needed to.  My follow thru is weird.  I prefer to be more predictable and make more sense.  But this is a time of newness and change, for me.  I’m going with it. My memory…is […]

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queer temporary bike gang

I wanted to find online some group of fat women who cycle.  I poked around and found so much hate instead.  Yuck!  Do I live in a bubble of happiness?  People seem so angry and mean.  I couldn’t take much of it. How offensive I am, a fat woman who doesn’t give a fuck about […]

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extreme spouse sweetness ftw

Ming took this picture of me yesterday.  I wasn’t feeling pretty, but I think I look adequately pretty.  I don’t think how pretty I feel corresponds with how I look. Behind me is this vacant lot in my neighborhood, and it has that crop circle thing in it from some random driver doing donuts, I […]

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what I do

“Hey, honey!  Welcome home.  How are you doing?  How was your time?” I ask Ming when he comes home. “Great!” he’ll usually say.  Then he’ll tell me the story. Or else he’ll be super sleepy, and I’ll comfort him and help him get what he needs to feel better. “What did you do while I […]

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we belong to the earth

I want to sing this song, lately. I’m working on poems, all the time.  Love it–hat genius 22 sun pump. A new issue of functionally ill, number 29.  I have one 28 with totally finished text but waiting on art.  And then 29 that I’m writing. I have this zine about music I started.  I […]

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baby got sauce

content warning: discussion of misogyny “Are you in love with that BBQ sauce?” I asked Ming. “Yeah,” he said.  He’d put some on his rice, the superhot BBQ sauce our friend gave us when he moved away. I’d told Ming he should give to R across the courtyard.  That sauce is too hot–get it out […]

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please support PM Press

This kickstarter for PM Press is important to me!  I love PM Press for many reasons including helping me know the work of Silvia Federici, who is one of my favorite scholars.  Ah, I love her.  Let’s go to the commons and get called witches.  Yay! http://kck.st/2V6lMos

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being my own dog

Wow, guess what happened.  I went to bed and slept seven and a half hours straight.  Wow!!!  Guess when the last time that happened was?  …a while! I woke up feeling like fairies visited me in the night and left me a working brain.  Well, it always works.  It’s just a matter of how.  Thanks, […]

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I love you, Mother Earth

Thinking how getting our intentions to match our behavior doesn’t always happen.  That’s very human, to me.  Being able to want a thing I can’t have.  Trying to manage time, energy, other resources, and intention into a life, smiling.   I want to forgive me and everyone for ways we miss the mark. Thinking how enlightenment […]