For love, and how it is the first thing to greet me anywhere I go. For my freedom For my family, and the ridiculously long group texts that keep us connected. For my every day people who are there through for the boring Thursday and the traumatic Mondays alike. For patrons of finance and spirit who never ever seem to believe that maybe I will … Continue reading fifty happy things
When I can’t quite build a thought out into something solid enough for this blog, I will often post it to Instagram with the tag #LilliputianLog. The last weeks have seen a few of those posts so I thought I’d share them and the content here for those who aren’t on the other platform. _______________________________________ I don’t have any gigs or income-producing possibilities on my … Continue reading lilliputian logs
I started my blog in 2012. Right before my first November blogging, I learned about all kinds of challenges that writers and bloggers participate in during this month. From writing a poem a day, to writing a novel through the course of the month, to even blogging every day. In a burst of energy I like to call #LetsGoLetsGoLetsGo, I did all three. And it … Continue reading NanoPoblano
I want to write a poem about the fish dinner nights of my childhood. They were different than every other night because they were silent. We were not allowed to talk while eating fish. Every other night was clamorous, confrontational, and riddled with laughter. My sister’s giggles sprayed stray pieces of chicken makhani onto my graduation gown hours before I walked. Every meal would end … Continue reading fish dinner
“Who?” Curiosity slipped from my teeth before I realized it didn’t matter. I listened to my sister explain, hearing her words in the way only little sisters can. Her husband’s friend and his fiancé were excited to welcome me into their new house. They were good peeps. (Translation: She met them once. They seemed alright. She didn’t tell them the full story.) I’d have a … Continue reading ❤melt : they open doors
A heartmelt post that starts years before I ever went away. Continue reading ❤melt : what if we fly?
I met Alex when I was 17 years old. I don’t know if you can remember so long ago, but I can. Back then, the world was so small that everything was within reach, and time was so overgrown that you could take as much as you needed. Back then, we were afraid to die young, as if life were more slippery than youth. We … Continue reading ❤melt : calling on alex
>> Click to Visit the Current Prompts for the Promptless Episode “Prompts for the Promptless” was created to expand minds, share ideas, and — equally importantly — find something about which to blog. Tune in every Tuesday night (11:30 pm PST) for another episode. Every episode will run for a week and feature a “concept”, complete with a super-simplified definition and suggested prompts. Then it’s … Continue reading “For the Promptless”