1 I’ll be honest. This puppet video could be 1 through 5 of my list because I like it that much. I especially enjoy that it’s from text I had written and long-forgotten on my Facebook page, a page that was in retirement for the last few years and only recently got resurrected. Now, it lives on my Ko-Fi page. (Related joy: I got my … Continue reading 5 january joys
I’m in a foul mood, and there’s no reasoning with it. I’ve filled myself up with chocolates and it hasn’t sweetened a bit. There isn’t a — ta da!– here’s why coming, because I don’t know why. I truly just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, which is a marvelous feat considering I do not sleep on a bed. There have been … Continue reading the wrong side
It’s a tale as old as time, really. A book blogger decides to encourage a new blogger in their zany pursuits to write a bunch of haikus for strangers. Fast forward through made up holidays, made up games, made up projects, yada yada yada, new blogger goes to prison, etc, etc, they exchange letters. Book blogger leaves the willows, writes a book that new blogger … Continue reading journal 1.22
The little leaf is paisley-shaped now, different from its brethren. Halfway through growing, a stem got in the way. It grew around it. It took its share of water from the roots, and grew around it. The plant itself doesn’t notice the difference anymore. Maybe, maybe in those moments of stalled blossom, the one little leaf felt like the weakest link, but not now. Now … Continue reading 100 / paisley
mañana mañana mañanashe singsongseverything we do is for mañanahe doesn’t know the word,asks,is mañana yourdeityshe doesn’t know the word,asks,is it deity that turns seed to plant yes he saysthenyes she says,hands deep in soil. Continue reading garden gods
I spritz the money tree with water. It’s hot here today and the particles sparkle over the plant lovingly, and I hope it feels it is on a tropical vacation instead of dehydrating slowly in someone else’s house. The money tree– Dug– belongs to Donny and I am plantsitting while work that needs to get done gets done. This tiny service brings me much joy. … Continue reading for Snoop
Sometime in the dark of early morning, I shook a fluffy blanket out and made tiny lightning. I spread my arms wide and parachuted a miniature sky of spark and star. I forget that static electricity looks the way it looks. Most days, it’s an invisible thing, a small jaw snapping at my ankles across a carpeted ocean. But in the right light– or, without … Continue reading jan 6
On the coast, the fog crashes through like kaiju, disappearing trees and buildings with a single blow. The dense and guttural cries inspire my joints to take their place in the chorus, creaking and groaning, too. My body, my city, is a monster movie before the destruction, during the destruction, after the destruction. We call the after the rebuilding, and the before the good ol … Continue reading cauliflower seashells
