Hello, I was thinking about what respect is. Meeting a potential community member, I wanted to ask if she respects all people, and what respect means to her. Then I realized I should answer that question for myself! what respect is Some people think of respect as earned–if someone has expertise or authority. I don’t… Read More »
Hello, I made this new poetry meme: I can’t maintain my pretension for very long. It’s about dictionfucking. I think it’s a masterpiece, but no one else seems to pay it much mind. Ah well. I took a public domain dancer pic and put it thought a filter with flares. Then I cropped out that… Read More »
I woke up in the morning from a schizophrenia dream and wrote this six word poem. schizophrenia dream fresh asparagus closed tightly Then I photographed some asparagus in our colander before I broke off the woody stems and cooked the tender shoots in my wok. Wow, it was delicious. Then I made the schizophrenia dream… Read More »
My friend posted a cute meme of some anarchist types. I love those non-agents! Yes! I told my friend who posted the meme, “You’re missing some muppets.” Then Ming and I had a whole conversation about what the meme missed. We were on a long car ride, on the trip to my homeland. It was… Read More »
I made this prayer poetry meme the other day. I was lying in bed with thoughts and language rolling around in my head. This sentence “we don’t think your prayer is funny” felt electrically charged and important. So I got up and made the poetry meme. Can’t remember how I found the frogs, but they… Read More »
I made this poetry meme–it features a micropoem I wrote about the despair I felt when my websites were recently down. Some changes happened behind the curtain. Well, I hope it’s fixed now. My websites are an important part of my life’s work. I try to serve the world through them. I was very out… Read More »
I made this meme about how to be a great listener. What do you think? That’s pretty much my method. suspending disbelief The pitfall to my listening style is I leave my judgment at the door and sometimes forget to pick it up on my way out. Oops–I over-believed again. I like to suspend disbelief,… Read More »
“The buckwheat was delicious,” Ming said. I put lots of raisins in it, for him. This was yesterday morning. “Yeah! It’s good, huh! I’m going to thank L,” I said. She gave us some food that wasn’t working out for her, so kindly. I put half a chopped apple in mine, and butter. “I eat… Read More »
Hey, guess what. I was hanging out over zoom with some fantastic anarchists elsewhere. And we were thinking what to read next. So I made a list of my favorite things to learn and think about, in an anarchist study group kinda mode. I decided to share the list with you, reader, in case you… Read More »
Hey, I laid out a little poem about soup. Could anyone but me care about this soup poem? I hope so. I looked at other poems, on the #poemsofinstagram hashtag, and they are mostly really boring. Poems you would expect. This is a weird poem, I guess. I write the poems I need to. Really… Read More »