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MC Candy Foot

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 […]

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memento mori

This ATC is for a Halloween swap-bot assignment.  I’m really grateful I signed up for it.  Never knew I could do like this.  It’s blue, says memento mori, and depicts a bird skeleton. truth I have a new favorite Dorothy Day quote.  She co-started the Catholic Worker movement in 1933.  I live in community at […]

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basil bride

Hey, guess what.  Me and pesto are getting married.  Here’s me as basil bride. Amaranth towers behind me.  Blue-leaved cruciferous veg is small and will grow into delicious foods.  This is in front of the Las Vegas Catholic Worker, part of the garden. I keep stems of basil in a mason jar on the counter, […]

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disabled eating

Hey, I have a new zine coming out soon.  Please Pass the Plants #2: a vegan cookzine for disabled eating. I did some art, felt good–I thought I had a draft done yesterday, then added a little essay about how a knockoff instapot changed my life, and then a little essay about how to make […]

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resisting capitalism for fun #4

This new zine resisting capitalism for fun #4 is ready to share.  Please let me know if you’d like to trade. It’s about why I’m an activist, the sacredness of teen girls, ways of being homeless, inner world, nonviolence and community, and what I’m most grateful for.  Serving bread on the soupline.  Forgiveness, having a […]

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internalized anarchy

“I’m glad you had some rice,” I told Ming.  “I like sharing my food with you.  It’s like it tastes better!” It was early morning.  We were in the kitchen, and he had just thanked me for rice.  Sometimes I slice up a sweet potato and put that in my rice to cook, and a […]

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free zines

zine irony I used to give away my zines only, for years, and people would be skeptical. Or people would think the zines had no worth, if there was no dollar amount–they must be low quality, so I should’t bother. I learned I could reach more people by charging for my zines, as people would […]

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soup freedom

I used to think soup was a big deal.  I’d chop garlic and onions intensely, all psyched out.  Soup!  Serious stuff! Several servings–soup in the fridge, for days.  Where’s my bay leaves?  Put on an apron!  Open a window to let out steam! Now I’m laughing at the past me.  Life is so different.  Now, […]

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zucchini is not punishment

veg tricks I used to see zucchini as a punishment.  We grew too much in our garden, a few years, when I was a kid. My best friend got mad at me because my mom kept making me give zucchini to her mom, and my best friend was tired of eating it.  Hahahaha!  Sorry about […]

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bad medicine

Please have faith I’ll get to my point, as I tell you this tale.  I’m angry the medical system is fucked, and it’s both general and personal. last year almost dying When I was in the hospital, I had four roommates–two in ICU, two in regular. 1.  angry confrontative lady who freaked out a lot […]