I learned how to make ginger fried rice lately. It’s my favorite dish at this Thai place Ming and I like. I get it with tofu, spicy level 1! Wow, so much gingerness. My tummy feels so happy, when I eat that dish. So warm and loved. So I was like–maybe it’s not that hard… Read More »
There’s this empty sign, one street over. By a church or former church. I was taking a walk by myself in the early morning. Wishing Ming was with me–he went to serve at the Worker. The sign I looked up at. I love this sign. I like to pretend it’s a message from God, a… Read More »
My friend made a mini-zine, and there’s a poem by me in it. The zine is made of thank you notes! I love saying thank you. My truth is in there. Please consider procuring a copy, which will entail donating to an org that supports foster kids. https://teenytinyzines.blogspot.com/2021/08/new-zine-and-fundraiser-for-kids-in.html California Herbal Medics I have a page… Read More »
I made a new zine, functionally ill 30 wellness plan. I feel happy and proud. It had been just more than a year since I made an issue of functionally ill. Wow! I took a break. But I was making tons of other zines. It’s been 14 years I’ve been making functionally ill. This zine… Read More »
Race, Gender, and Anarchist Cultural Politics is a cool panel I saw online over zoom. There were three speakers speaking some truth of their expertise. I learned a lot–something about anarchist propaganda in the Caribbean up to 1920, then some Spanish writers who were women, and also a little about Love & Rage, which was… Read More »
“Oh hey, you blew my mind today. When you told me that pain isn’t just to tell us that something’s wrong.” I said this to Ming, as he was driving us home yesterday. We’d just housesit for a friend then dropped off some mail at the post office. “Yeah?” Ming asked. “Yeah, I always thought… Read More »
I made hat genius 23, a new poetry zine. Poems about psych wards, amethyst, addiction, sexual longing, basil, and looking for the elusive extra nipple. How mental illness is the history of my family. There’s a series of short poems about dreams right in the middle, and I drew some cute pictures too–shopping cart, street… Read More »
It was good to see my old comrade A Iwasa, in Tucson. We went to the Hare Krishna temple and had delicious lunch at Govinda’s. Ming and I were there before, years ago. But all those Govinda’s-es can blend together in my head, a bit. Long ago, A Iwasa and Ming and I would go… Read More »
I copied a new zine yesterday, fish letters 8. It’s about abuse, feelings, breaking up, and how we realize connections among present, far away, very near, one relationship, and another. Love, disability, addiction, family pain, and when enough is enough. It’s a perzine, unsent letters zine, 24 pages, quarter size, hand bound simply with pink-red… Read More »
No Romance in Hell by Hyena Hell is a comic book zine given to me by a comrade-friend. I usually don’t like comic books that much, but this one knocked my socks off. So I review it, in hopes you will enjoy the review and consider finding it, to read it too. The subject matter… Read More »