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Michael Hannon

I got some mail yesterday from my poet friend Michael Hannon.  He told me about this poetry reading, so I looked it up.  His first zoom poetry reading. It’s through University of California, Santa Cruz.  He’s reader #3. The whole thing is long.  Wow, an hour and 44 minutes.  I didn’t take it in all… Read More »

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x

I was with my good friend.  She was driving me and Ming home in her minivan, and we were talking.  Somehow, it came up what my favorite letter is.  As you probably know, my favorite letter is x. Keeping the X is the name of a book my bestie and I made a few years… Read More »

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snowcones

Hey, guess what.  We went to Purple Penguin for snowcones yesterday. It was a trek, across town, all the way to the south side of town.  Yes, on Decatur past Blue Diamond.  Wow!  It’s because Bahama Bucks was closed for Sunday.  Hahahaha.  We needed snowcones really bad. Speaking of bad–wow, they messed up my snowcone… Read More »

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pleasure and rest

I need more pleasure and rest.  Felt good to identify that, txting with a friend the other day. When he asked “how are you doing?” I gave a thorough answer.  Moody, emotional, curious, happy, confused.  My pain level is going down, so I’m sleeping better–thank God.  But pleasure and rest are two nourishments I really… Read More »

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art identity

I mention often that I make art.  This is some new art I made yesterday–atcs with some skeleton-ness.  There’s multiskeleton kid, knee eyes, apologizing for someone else, and knee eyes. It helps me to have something already on the page to make my art on.  I’m pulling my art into this world from the other… Read More »

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fairies

Oh hey, I decided to abandon my blog and zinemaking, and go live with some fairies who are off grid and offline.  We don’t do electricity! Just kidding!  April fools.  I’m still doing the things.  Life without photocopy machines–I shudder at the thought.  Like running away to join the circus.  For me–fairies. Do you think… Read More »

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art gallery

Yesterday was the day–the day I finally visited Recycled Propaganda.  It’s an art gallery in the arts district of downtown Las Vegas.  Ming went there a while ago.  He bought me some stickers.  But I had that year I didn’t go anywhere, the covid year, as I grieved my mom’s death.  Finally yesterday we went–yay.… Read More »

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hydroponics store

We went to a hydroponics store on Monday.  It was a good field trip.  I brought a clipboard and pen to write down info and prices.  Just in case. But it was not how I expected.  I didn’t write down anything, but I did take three informative handouts.  Mostly the hydroponics store seemed for professionals,… Read More »

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affirmation arts

Sometimes I feel like giving up. So years ago I made myself a special atc with affirmations to help me understand I should keep living. When I know something will be difficult, I keep it with me.  I wanted to show you my affirmation arts. I also keep a list sometimes of four people to… Read More »

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roses

Just yesterday morning, on our walk, I saw some cute little roses in a neighbor’s yard.  “One day, could we grow some roses?” I asked Ming. “Yeah!” he said. “I always think roses are for other people.  Not for humble permaculturists like us.  But they’re hella pretty!” “Yeah, and what about the hips?” Ming asked.… Read More »