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what you could do for me

Hello, how are you doing?  It’s my birthday!  I’m so glad to be alive.  Thank you contributing to my survival.  I was thinking about what you could do for me, should you care to give some blessing gift or support my projects. These are my main projects. art making, including art embroidery writing–zines and blogs… Read More »

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things we’re not supposed to talk about

“Hey, dear.  My asshole feels burning, sort of like I ate a hot chile.  Is that ok?” I asked Ming. “Yeah,” he said. “Only I didn’t eat a hot chile.  Maybe it’s from when I had diarrhea, previous night.  Did that ever happen to you?” I asked “Yeah,” he said. “Oh, but you always eat… Read More »

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what saved me

I was telling my good friend about an experience I had as a kid that was vital to my well-being.  It helped me understand there’s a bigger world than my home and the town I lived in.  At UC Santa Barbara I learned about queerness, race, freedom, music, writing, friendship.  It helped me understand that… Read More »

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what I do every day

What I do every day changes, over the years.  I wanted to list some things for you. idiosyncratic things gratitude journal with Ming sit in the sun in the driveway, catching some rays watch an episode of Easy Spanish on youtube–this one is rather typical, but I like the part with the little kid  … Read More »

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awkward botany

I’m so excited, my friend’s awkward botany blog–my guest post posted!  Please take a look.  Permaculture Lessons, part one is my science writing debut.  Well, it’s not that sciencey.  But I’m so happy to contribute to this plant lore, collaborate with a friend, and share with many readers about something I love. My guest post… Read More »

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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 »

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all of Laura-Marie’s zines

Hi, I’m Laura-Marie–a queer permaculturist trikewitch, traveling around the western United States with my spouse Ming.  We’re searching for community and help run that Las Vegas Radical Mental Health Collective. I’ve been making zines for 32 years.  All the zines I have in print are available for trade, so please contact me, if you’re into… Read More »