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bread

“If I ever feel like life isn’t worth living, please feed me some of this bread,” I told Ming.  It was cheese garlic naan from Gandhi’s in Tucson.  Wow, amazing.  Better bread than I could have dreamed. Ming was turning left, driving us back to our airbnb.  “I guess it’s the bread of life.  Maybe… Read More »

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arcosanti gratitude

When I made a mistake and bashed my foot on a rock by the beautiful pool, only one of my toes was injured.  I could still walk, slowly, back to our room.  I didn’t fall on the weird path even though I was making poor choices.  I’d been out of drinking water for a while,… Read More »

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industrial

“I think this is beautiful, in an evil way.  Is that possible?” I asked Ming.  Yes, industrial, two billboards back to back. We were walking around this gas station, on a road trip.  It was hot, but my legs were telling me I sat too long in the car; I needed to move about. The… Read More »

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trains

I used to say I did not especially like trains.  Well, that was never true.  I’m thinking way back.  Waaaay back. Yes, I could not help feeling excited.  How the trains flowed like water.  The excitement of the ding ding ding–the way a train’s passing lasted a certain amount of time.  The colors of the… Read More »

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dressing

“Hey, honey!  I don’t understand your dressing!  How could it be so good?  I thought ranch dressing was horrible, the most boring shit ever!  So bad, it was offensive.”  I was excitable, about dressing. “Is that because ranches have fences?” Ming asked. “Ranches do have fences,” I said.  “Are we talking about ranchers shooting wolves… Read More »

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suicidal

It was an intense couple of days.  I got suicidal, the day before Mother’s Day.  That happened last year too.  I knew not being able to call and send a card, or visit my mom for Mother’s Day, would destroy me.  It’s not like I was even thinking of her a lot–more that my body… Read More »

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ridiculous

sad How’ve you been?  Wow–Mother’s Day.  I was crying–too sad.  The grief is ridiculous.  Loss is ridiculous.  The lack of emotional resources in our culture is fuckin’ ridiculous. I need to go to the emergency hand holding clinic.  No need for medication or to lose my freedom.  I just need more human contact. Kittens could… Read More »

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Functionally ill

fish letters 8

I copied a new zine yesterday, fish letters 8.  It’s about abuse, feelings, breaking up, and how we realize connections among present, far away, very near, one relationship, and another. Love, disability, addiction, family pain, and when enough is enough.  It’s a perzine, unsent letters zine, 24 pages, quarter size, hand bound simply with pink-red… Read More »

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Zine Reviews

no romance in hell

No Romance in Hell by Hyena Hell is a comic book zine given to me by a comrade-friend.  I usually don’t like comic books that much, but this one knocked my socks off.  So I review it, in hopes you will enjoy the review and consider finding it, to read it too. The subject matter… Read More »

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how to celebrate

I don’t know how to celebrate.  I want to learn better how to celebrate, without spending money or eating sugar.  Those are the main ways I know–going out to eat, or something involving ice cream. ideas list Yes, dance party is possible.  I love to dance and do it often.  But maybe I could do… Read More »