Hello, reader. How are you? I’ve been thinking of singing as healing. I want to tell you about it. I knew for a long time that signing is a way to feel better, connect with other people, comfort goats while milking, move energy, give love to a space like the goddess temple, worship the divine,… Read More »
Hello, how are you doing? We’ve been going to cemeteries lately to honor the dead. Tis the season! We visited the ashes of Ming’s ancestors in Oakland, California. content warning: death and more death First we went to a cemetery with mausoleum. I didn’t get pics of that. But we walked around. Ming told me… Read More »
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 »
“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 »
“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 »
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 »
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 »