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do you have a moment for pallets?

Hey, did you know I’m crazy for pallets?  Yep–true love, way back.  My friends say you can make all kinds of stuff from them.  Me, I love them because they’re beautiful!  They don’t have to do anything but be. What gorgeous lines.  The light shining on them is so pretty.  They’re plentiful, yet radiant and… Read More »

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peace is in the body

I’m talking about feeding people, how to love, how we have bodies that need to be tended to, in pain or hunger or anything.  To have a body is to need. Peace is in the body. There you go–good luck with your needs.  If we want to learn at school, we need to eat.  If… Read More »

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neighborhood love: how to help

Ming did some good photography–this place with its overflowing orange container is so beautiful, and the burnt out car.  It’s been a process. Now the building has the no trespassing spraypainted on it, boarded up. I hear a story from this scene, and I feel lucky to respect and honor it: poverty, racism, capitalism, exploitation.… Read More »

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community responsibility

I heard–our lives are how we want them to be.  If you’re super busy, that’s what you want.  If you’re rushed, over-committed, scattered–no one’s in charge of your life but you. content warning: mention of domestic violence I heard it to shame people who are in violent relationships.  Like–if she stays even though the man… Read More »

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art trash poverty neighborhood love

Hey, guess what.  I wrote my thank you notes.  One was stilted and repressed.  One is beautiful and expansive. I got some big news today.  Having people I’m close to and love, it hits me hard, the changes to their lives.  I heard being a parent is choosing to have your heart walking around outside… Read More »

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no borders

“Did you crush the garlic?  Did you tell it it would never amount to anything?” I asked Ming. He was standing by the bed, eating a carrot.  I was lying on the bed with my feet on two pillows, in the half-dark.  “Yes,” he said. “Did you chop the carrots?” “Yes.” “Did you slice the… Read More »

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flower ministry

I used to think there was one type of physical pain. It hurts–who needs to know more than that. Lately I got an eye corner infection, and to make a long story short, I have a slice of fresh garlic medical taped to my eye corner as I write these words to you, dear reader… Read More »

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resisting capitalism for fun

This zine is one of my most requested. I was with Ming on a roadtrip, and we were talking about resisting capitalism. I was making a list of ways I like to do it. Then I wrote essays about anarchy gardens, compassion, my experiences with intentional community, how I’m a bad anarchist who doesn’t try… Read More »

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the suspense is killing me– I hope it lasts

Today we made a delivery of flowers to the halfway house nearby. It was something I’d thought up and planned out, collecting jars for the vases–a pasta sauce jar, an olive jar, and two little yogurt jars. It went very well. I kept a few flowers for myself. There’s a lily I think will bloom… Read More »