When everyone whowas never locked upleaves, we talk in keys,coded melodies. We do swift talk,real talk. We don’t talk a thingaboutclosed doors. We talk likepassed kites.Make sky,break windowsif need be.If need be free. And why wouldn’t it? We are the speedand stillnessof ourcircumstances,raised likenumbers meant to bediscounted. When everyone whowas never locked upleaves, we talk in thecomplexityof count. Continue reading after
So often I love the blank page of a blog. I could write anything here. I could write: some plankton can make little clouds above their own heads when the sun is too bright. This is true. I could write: some people bring their rainclouds with them wherever they go. I am afraid of becoming this kind of person. This is metaphorically true, then just … Continue reading blank
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. _______________________________________ 03.19.2021 I traced my husband’s handwriting onto a handkerchief, then … Continue reading lilliputian logs
Hi best beloveds, Tomorrow, Saturday February 27th, I’ll be reading for The Nasiona Community Reading Series. It’s a free, hour-long event, and three other amazing people will be storytelling as well. I’ve included a link below if you wanted to register, or you can check out more information about the event at this facebook link: https://fb.me/e/3DFmPTIWb xo,Rara Continue reading Saturday 2/27 – 5pm PST
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
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
Today people shared that the word of the year for Collin’s dictionary is lockdown, and I wonder what other dictionaries will pick. It seems like a reasonable choice even though lockdown will always mean something entirely different to me. In California state prisons, lockdown refers to the time when the prison effectively closes, and all incarcerated folk are back in their room. Lockdown happens at … Continue reading lockdown mouse
I don’t know where to begin, or what to say. I feel very much like a glass with a single drop of water in it. A stem with no leaves. Not dead, and not empty– but certainly not alive and full. I gathered these photos in the middle of last night, to remind me how I see the world. To remind me why I fight for it.
Even when, well– even when. Continue reading regathering
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