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lucky

“How did I get so lucky, to find this love?” He was half-asleep, naked except for his chonies again, his hair so messy and beautiful. “Oh, you have ocd and narcolepsy. You were in the bargain bin!” I looked at his smiling mouth and closed eyes. We were laughing. I imagined the bargain bin at… Read More »

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loss

loss I lost the friendship of one of my closest friends.  The loss shakes my life.  He’s the friend I talked to the most, besides Ming.  We txted a few times a day, and pics to each other.  We had a weekly phone call, shared projects, co-worked sometimes.  I told him everything–there’s almost nothing I… Read More »

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serving

I returned to serving food with the Las Vegas Catholic Worker.  I took about a year off, and my perspective is different now. The whole setup is different now, since covid.  I used to do bread, which I thought was sacred and fun.  Bread of life.  That was a metaphor I enjoyed, for years.  The… Read More »

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urban hike

We went on an urban hike.  Then another, then another.  It became the most natural thing in the world.  Like, why weren’t we doing this every day, before? I like the urban river, its trash, moving through space on flat paths.  Early morning light.  Giving health to my body, and long conversations as we walk,… Read More »

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ultrasound

When the ultrasound tech squirted the hot slippery stuff on my legs, it felt like a cat peeing on me.  I was lying in the half-dark, trusting her.  I’d asked Ming if it was going to hurt, and he said no.  But one of the first things the tech told me was it was going… Read More »

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community

Hey, we went to a protest.  We were opposing evictions and rent in general, really.  It was good to show up.  I flew my Community is Possible sign. But the cops were acting bad.  They were in one spot, and a tow truck was with them too.  Then one circled around behind us, so we… Read More »

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peace

Peace is an active, vibrant, creative way of living nonviolence for the well-being of all.  It’s not stasis, limp, boring, predicable, or taking an easy way out.  Peace is in motion, an ever-changing choice to do the difficult work of non-harming, specific to that situation and need.  It includes risking vulnerability and risking mistakes in… Read More »

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thank you to Ming

Dear Ming, Thank you for cleaning the stove last night.  It looks beautiful!  It’s easier to cook when I’m not dodging old beans, ends of asparagus stems, brown leaves, potato eyes all looking at me, from the refuse pile. Thank you for when you cover me with the blanket and give me the little pat… Read More »

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dance

Hey, I was thinking about dance.  That video I made and shared, about ecstatic dance, was a good experience for me.  I like finding new ways to communicate my truths.  I got some appreciative responses. Ecstatic dance is free, spontaneous dance anarchy.  As for regular dances, I wish there was a traditional dance of my… Read More »

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the five things I need

Being able to have difficult conversations is something I need, in any close relationship.  I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships, the five things I need, non-negotiable. the five things I need mutual respect Respect is like love, but less sparkly.  I need to be seen as pretty much equal to anyone I’m going to… Read More »