Hello, reader. 안녕하세요, 독자 여러분. How are you doing? I’ve been studying Korean again. Blame the green owl. My favorite word in Korean is 감사합니다. It means thank you. Long ago when Ming and I lived in Las Vegas, we went to a Korean printshop to make our zines. The workers were so nice to… Read More »
This list poem “poetry” is a love poem to my friend. Thank you for making me sing my own poem to the river. Thank you for helping see parts of my stodgy stuckness, my wrongness. Thank you for busting me up with poetry. Thank you for confusing me generatively. Thank you for giving me a… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? I thought you might like this poem about white people. Or you could find it offensive and hate it, then hate me. But if so, maybe you could learn something along the way. What’s writing on the internet for? Learning is my goal. I think a lot about how… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? I want to tell you what I secretly do when Ming is not around. It’s so edgy! At night, when Ming is out and I’m home, which is very rare, I give myself a treat: I turn off all the lights. My treat is darkness. seed Do you like… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you today? I have a new poetry zine: hat genius 26. I’m up for trades. Please let me know if you’d like one. The poems are about love, death, homelessness, community. Some are listy. They all have a lot of heart. The drawings are by Ming and me. I love doing… Read More »
“Somewhere between crackers and chips, there is a field. I’ll meet you there, with rice cakes,” I told Ming. We were in a Safeway grocery store on the Oregon coast, looking for snacks. We’d just found the rice cakes, the dividing line between crackers and chips in a snack isle. Snacks are big bucks, I… Read More »
Oh hey. I heard about some special pride poetry thing. I heard about it from a Lex ad. You dial a phone number during certain hours, and someone would write a poem about the subject of your choice. Wow, instant poetry gratification. I didn’t know anything about it. Was I supposed to pay money? Was… 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 »
Hello, I’m so excited–my second guest blog post Disabled Permaculture is out on my friend’s Awkward Botany blog. Please take a look! I talk about how Ming and I are disabled, how disabled permaculture is a great way for us to garden and do community, and how it’s part of our interdependent family. Gardening is… Read More »
“Don’t you go writing more of those bad books,” H said. He was watering our garden. I peeked my head out the door because I thought the waterer was Ming. But it was H. “Did I write a bad book?” I asked. “Yeah, I saw that book you wrote. Over in Freedom House, on the… Read More »