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pride poetry

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 »

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riverbed buddies

Usually my good friend Ariel and I talk via technology.  We txt and polo often!  With some emails, shared googledocs, and social media for good measure.  When we get together, we usually just talk.  There may be food, embroidery, tarot.  But I thought it might be fun to go to my favorite riverbed with her… Read More »

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praying in a riverbed

This post “praying in a riverbed” is a letter to my good friend that you are invited to read, like eavesdropping, but you’re wanted. Dear friend, I asked Ming to take me out to the desert.  Today he took me out to Late Night Trail which is just outside of Las Vegas.  There’s a riverbed right… Read More »

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celebrating health with health

A respected friend is teaching a zoom workshop monthly, starting May 22.  Here’s the image I made, to help him advertise it. Maybe too many words, huh.  And pics with people in them get more attention.  But he might fill his class.  We’ll see. walks Yesterday Ming and I went for a walk by the… Read More »

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urban river

We took another riverside walk.  I love paralleling this urban river.  These photos are amazing, if I do say so.  This was here in Las Vegas, on the Neon to Nature trail, headed north from near the Trader Joe’s on West Washington. First we encountered a roadside memorial.  “An anarchist died here,” I said to… 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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river

We went to the river–Ming drove us down Lake Mead Blvd toward Lake Mead.  Don’t ask me how we’ve lived here almost seven years and never did that before.  Whaaat? We went to a chill overlook and walked around.  We saw pretty yellow creosote flowers, and a praying mantis eggs case on a creosote branch–exciting!… Read More »

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jerky

do you feel like a jerk when you eat jerky? i asked Ming. no, he said.  we are driving home from an impromptu river visit. do you feel like a fun guy, when you eat mushroom jerky? yes, he said. do you feel like something’s fishy, when you eat salmon jerky? no, he said. do… Read More »

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river pics to distract you from a lack of language

Hey, I got too sad.  Sadness malfunction.  Can I distract you with a photo?  How about a river? Is that picture of Ming extraordinarily beautiful, or is it just me?  Sunrise by the river.  I’m calling him Basket Babe because he’s like Moses.  It’s a long story having to do with learning disability, destiny, and… Read More »

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cabin as habitat

Hey, guess what?  We’re at this cabin we like, by a river.  I have lizard feelings.  I’m looking forward to the sun coming up, so we can walk the three minutes over to the water. cabin as habitat The sliding glass door has vertical blinds, and they clatter in the ac breeze and fan breeze. … Read More »