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 »
Idiot Wind is a new book by my poetry friend Michael Hannon. It was published last year by Hoopsnake Press with art by Ke Francis. I’d read and loved the manuscript, so I was happy to receive the book in the mail a few days ago, see the art, and revisit the poems in book… Read More »
Hello, I recorded a new poem “disabled dancing.” I wrote it a few days ago after chalice circle. We’d been talking about pets, and I was thinking a lot about teeth. How some people get their pets’ teeth cleaned, but I live with elders who’ve been chronically homeless, and mostly they don’t have teeth. I… Read More »
I was talking to my friend Ariel about releasing art. When I work on something for a long time, it can feel hard to let it go. Or I feel like I need to mark the occasion. It made me remember when I was a kid in a play. It was a big deal, the… Read More »
Hey, guess what. I wrote some fiction. I read it to Ming on a walk–just 500 words. It’s kind of a ghost story. Ming thought it was amazing and said something really smart about it. He said it was straightforward, leading the reader by the hand. He contrasted this fiction with my poetry–he said my… Read More »