“There must be something normal about my body. I just gotta find what it is,” I told Ming. I was laughing. “I’m a pretty normal height,” I said. “I really like my height!” Ponder ponder ponder. “My eyes! Brown is a normal eye color, right?” Ponder ponder. I considered my fingernails. Nope, they are strangely… Read More »
The friend who visits from Florida asked if he could bring anything from that tropical place. I asked for the love of a manatee, the smell of a mango flower, the lost tooth of a shark, a seed from a nutritious tree, and a thimbleful of water from the fountain of youth. As far as… Read More »
Hey, I made four pounds of beans for the Shut Down Creech protesters. They’re out in the desert for a week, doing important work, and feeding them is an honor. I was fun to make that much beans in a tamale pot. Like food not bombs again, those days. I get a thrill. Yes, beans… Read More »
“Please tell me your dinner fantasy,” I told Ming. “Ok, dinner fantasy. So there’s this table. And Bunny is at one end of it. He has a napkin tucked around his neck. And then there’s you, at the other end of the table, with a fork…” “Where’s you!?” I asked. “At the other end of… Read More »
“Are you skeeved out by a pumpkin smoothie?” I asked Ming. “No,” he said. “Ok! You wanna try my pumpkin smoothie? It’s hella good.” “Wow!” he said. “Tastes like pumpkin pie, huh?” I asked. “Tastes better than pumpkin pie!” he said. “Yeah! Like pumpkin pie but without the pesky crust,” I said. It was the… Read More »
My birthday realized was very well-celebrated yesterday and with friends the previous days. Can I show you some pictures? We did an easy ritual. Prayer, brownie nut cake as is our tradition, flowers, gifts from friends, I opened the birthday mail, read aloud the poems written for me. It was a brilliant love fest, though… Read More »
“Will you be extra gentle with me and give me extra hugs today and let me need you more?” I asked Ming. “Yes,” he said. “Thank you!” I said. I was crying on his back as he was waking up. We were lying in bed, and I was getting his shoulder wet with tears. If… Read More »
Oh hey, I’ve been thinking why I do anything. Mostly why I write, make zines, rap, make arts. People ask me, and I might tell them a lovely reason from my possible reason bouquet: to connect, communicate, share my inner world to the outer world, speak new truths, contribute to the broadening of what’s acceptable. … Read More »
Oh hey, gmorning. How are you doing? I made a new art. It’s called headphone blooms. I’m smiling because I love how I put white and pink craft paint over the words of the thank you note, and the blue ink got free and swirled in with the pink. That was such a joyous surprise.… Read More »
I had a birthday dream I was at the ashram I used to go to in Sacramento. But it was different from how it really was. Ming and I were in a big hall. People were arriving from far away, mostly dressed in monk’s attire. And then other people were excited to see them. More… Read More »