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my body

“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 »

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love

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 »

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beans

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 »

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dinner fantasy

“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 »

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pumpkin smoothie

“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 »

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birthday realized

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 »

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the kind of fun where you cry a lot

“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 »

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why I do anything

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 »

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headphone blooms

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 »

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birthday dream

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 »