breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming. A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey. You don’t eat birds. The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c. It starts with a… Read More »
Oh hey. Happy new year. I’ve been working on this cat. I decided all cats are psychedelic. That’s just how they exist, by default. Meow? I call this All cats are psychedelic. It’s art embroidery. Funny how if it’s done with needle and thread, it’s just a craft. It’s just a stupid lady thing. artists… Read More »
Lately I’ve been using the hashtag Many Gods No Masters. It makes me giggle–it’s a spoof on the common anarchist phrase No Gods No Masters. Yes, I’m a bad anarchist, for being religious. I see God everywhere. She is my favorite. Here’s an arati for the sect of Hinduism I did for 20 years. I… Read More »
Once upon a time, there was a small town in the desert. It came about as a result of some springs, las vegas. I think the Native people would be here in the winter, and then in the summer, they would move to a higher elevation. The valley gets so hot, it makes no sense… Read More »
Recently I heard this song by Killer Mike about Ronald Reagan that blew my mind. History like this–wow. And the ending makes me exclaim every time. Such a brilliant culmination of everything he said before that, and such a strong, real response to that weird flag waving, teary-eyed nostalgia I remember, when Reagan died. The… Read More »
When I saw the NAMI table at the SWANfest, I started daydreaming about taunting NAMI. Taunting NAMI is a fantasy more than a reality. But NAMI represents the powerful standard belief that the system is good, and we just have to try harder to adapt ourselves to it. Normal is desirable and within reach, if… Read More »
Hey, I’ve been thinking about sacred rage. I had a friend who hated his coworker for her taste in music–insipid, bland. Well, maybe he hated her for other reasons, but her taste in music sealed the deal. I listen to chill music, but I can listen to angry music too. When I was a teenager,… Read More »
Blessed are the abortion providers. Thank you to all the people in my life who’ve stood by me, believed me, understood me, respected me, and valued my choices and my choice. Wouldn’t that be cool if the world was full of kind people who don’t want to use, violate, abandon, rape, violence, or otherwise harm… Read More »
A friend asked what it means that I’m a witch. Thanks for asking! I’ve described myself as a trikewitch, garden witch, pagan, pantheist Earth-worshiper, and goddess worshiper. All are true. I was pagan as a teenager and young adult, happy to find a religion that made sense to me. I’d been worshiping the moon for… Read More »
I shared with a friend the blog post sacred song, about ishtadevas and re-finding a lovely tune I’d lost, but mostly about being accepted no matter what. When I shared the post, I realized that although I don’t use the words, it’s about cancel culture and unconditional love. I made a zine some months ago,… Read More »