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sour

I tasted some yogurt that was very sour.  Normally I like plain yogurt, but this was an 8 on the sour scale.  It made me shiver. “Somebody give that goat a better life,” I said.  “Pet her head and feed her a carrot.  At least the green top of a carrot.” The goat was very… Read More »

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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 »

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triptych

Gmorning.  I made an art that means a lot to me.  It’s a new triptych that has to do with family, trust, my coastal and desert homelands, agriculture, farmworkers, downwinders, and my place in it all, with Death grinning in the middle, and fruits.  Yes, strawberries are very like the tunas, with a tilde over… Read More »

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curse of the writer

“You’re the one slinging accusations of purity, not me!” Ming just read me from a facebook argument, which I found funny.  “How do you sling an accusation of purity?” I asked.  “Wouldn’t that be nothing?  Like slinging air?”  The idea of snow.  The idea of a fluffy cloud. He mentioned a friend who specializes in… Read More »