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urban hike

We went on an urban hike.  Then another, then another.  It became the most natural thing in the world.  Like, why weren’t we doing this every day, before? I like the urban river, its trash, moving through space on flat paths.  Early morning light.  Giving health to my body, and long conversations as we walk,… Read More »

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Candyfoot Ultrasound

“Yeah, I answer your question before you ask it.  That’s me–anticipatory Laura-Marie!” I told Ming. I’ve decided to do OG graffiti embroidery.  My name is Candyfoot Lionized Ultrasound.  Candyfoot for short.  But the Ultrasound part is good for the rapping I also do.  A friend and I are collaborating on a song that’s half-done. Superute… Read More »

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ultrasound

When the ultrasound tech squirted the hot slippery stuff on my legs, it felt like a cat peeing on me.  I was lying in the half-dark, trusting her.  I’d asked Ming if it was going to hurt, and he said no.  But one of the first things the tech told me was it was going… Read More »

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elm dance

“You look like you’re doing the elm dance,” Ming said. “Elm dance?” I asked.  “What’s that?” “Elm dance!” he said, moving his arms in the air like I was. “I don’t know what an elm tree looks like,” I said.  “Is this an elm tree?” We were at the park.  I pointed to the tree… Read More »

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insomnia

“Yes, I’m listening to Hong Kong electronica!  What of it!?” I demanded of Ming. “I didn’t say nothin,’” Ming said. “Listen!” I said.  I was dancing in the bedroom, on the squishy mat.  He glanced at my shelf and left.  He had his headphones half-on and was listening to music on his own. sleep I… Read More »

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Nick

I had a friend I met at the soup line.  He was a charming old man, thin and small, who really liked people.  He would be happy to see me and Ming.  His name was Nick. https://www.tributearchive.com/obituaries/19972580/Nicolas-Balli/Las-Vegas/Nevada/Davis-Funeral-Homes-Memorial-Park When I met him, he told me about his life.  Born in Texas, Mexican-American, military service, married, post… Read More »

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community

Hey, we went to a protest.  We were opposing evictions and rent in general, really.  It was good to show up.  I flew my Community is Possible sign. But the cops were acting bad.  They were in one spot, and a tow truck was with them too.  Then one circled around behind us, so we… Read More »

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peace

Peace is an active, vibrant, creative way of living nonviolence for the well-being of all.  It’s not stasis, limp, boring, predicable, or taking an easy way out.  Peace is in motion, an ever-changing choice to do the difficult work of non-harming, specific to that situation and need.  It includes risking vulnerability and risking mistakes in… Read More »

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things to do when I’m distressed

I made this art, with sentences like affirmations. I like the colors–I felt brave, never using colors quite like this.  And it helps how the sentences go on the colors…?  It changes their movement. Then I made this one for Ming to have sentences to say to me when I’m really upset.  I talk to… Read More »

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arms

“Why doesn’t everyone do this with their arms?  It feels so good!”  We were at the park, standing near the parking lot. I was moving my arms around in big motions, like swimming.  My shoulders felt so good, to move like that, my hands twinkling. “Because they’re afraid of looking weird,” Ming answered me. “Oh!”… Read More »