Today I spell Relief with a capital R. I write her big-named, big-boned, and bolded. She empties my chest of bars, operas my throat with song. Today, I let her sing up space. I raise myself above the background noise. I let life be life, but I pull the good stuff a little closer. I know the good stuff and the bad stuff is all … Continue reading 100 / Relief
1. The joy of idea gardens: People finally using Promptosaur is reminding me that everything blooms differently and on its own schedule. The important thing is to continue to nourish the small beginnings we would like to see grow into futures. 2. The joy of found calling: Ra Avis is not my real name, but I recently had to prove to a social media platform … Continue reading 5 November Joys
Today was a little bit rotten. I didn’t get to see anyone because they were sick, and then I was sick. Just last month, we went through a whole song and dance about how I don’t have throat cancer, and today, clear as day, a huge lump has appeared. A few things happened to make me feel like I was bad at everything: blogging, working, … Continue reading 24. crumble and layer
Today I forgot the word for widow. I visited all the neighboring words: late, former, forgotten, leftover, left behind. I gripped my hands to each other, and opened them, over and over. As if the word could be found there. As if a synonym for widow is the moment when two held hands unclutch from each other. Today I stood outside my apartment and tried … Continue reading 17. plans
Argos beforeOdysseus leaves.Samwise, Samwise.Harry on the phoneat Christmas.Don’t be afraid to justphone moi.Wendy, old,and happywith dreamsof flight. Sometimes I don’t know how I got to where I am. Today I was redecorating my room. I moved a shelf from one side, to the other side, without my roommate’s help. For the time being, that means it isn’t secured to the wall. I still put everything … Continue reading 12. tamarian stay
Content warning. My roommate and I started making plans for the holidays today. Last year was our first year in this new place, but by the time Thanksgiving rolled around, I didn’t want to be alive anymore, and so we did very little beyond just getting by. I was dealing with a dangerous mix up of medication, and a really triggering situation at work. When … Continue reading 10. journal 11.10
A prompt: Write like a normal blogger. Tell us about your week. My weeks are never a secret, but I have trouble remembering where they started and ended, and if. The calendar on my computer starts at Sunday, so I will too. On Sunday, my big sister coordinated things and drove down, so that I could see Mamasaur. We had breakfast in a restaurant colder … Continue reading 5. a normal
I want a fresh pineapple every morning until the floaties in my eyes have been eaten away. I want a better name for pangolins, and two lush plants that do not need a single thing beyond my daily unchecked adoration. I want to live inside an acorn with plush carpeting the color of meadows, and to wear a dress of lace so fine that it … Continue reading 3. 100 / unreasonable accommodation
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