Categories
Dangerous Compassions

goats

Hello, how are you doing?  Do you like goats?  Ming and I have been milking a goat on this farm in Oregon.  Her name is Beatrice, and she’s a badass.  She’s feisty and sticks her tongue out at us sometimes. I embroidered a purple goat with heavy udders of milk, to represent The World tarot… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

siren test

“Oh hey.  There’s a siren test,” I said to Ming. “Siren test?” he asked. “Yeah!  Like a warning for tsunami.  The sign says Saturday at 12 and 12:30.”  We were in Los Osos, right by the beach.  “Wow, I never heard it before.  I’d like to hear it!” “Sirens?  You mean like a Steller’s sea… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

do you sing

“Do you sing?” my friend asked me. We were on his porch in the morning, and he had just sung a few songs for me to dance to at my request.  Down By the River, something like Give Me Jesus, and a Gate Gate Parasamgate. He spoke to me of many things: pottery his mom… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

night apart

Ming and I spent a night apart.  He went to California without me, to take a load of stuff.  It was the first wave of our move. He went with two friends.  He spent the night in Los Banos.  Wow, it was our first night apart since I was in the hospital more than three… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

fiction

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 »