journal 11.23

Yellow flowers from Diwali are still bright in their vases and I wonder if I should press them for Thanksgiving, preserve this moment, but who am I to say how they’d like to be remembered? I have things to say about the upcoming holidays, things about prison Thanksgivings and quarantine Diwalis, and what it does […]

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watch me

A bright side to this reshaped world is how so many of my favorite things have made themselves accessible to the online world. At 6:40PM PST on Thursday November 19th, you can listen to that interview I mentioned in my last post. I’m talking with one of the golden hearts behind a shop that has […]

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let’s go, let’s go, let’s go lay down

I spent the morning with doctors and the rest of the day slithering across my hardwood floor like a — well, to call my slithering snake-like would be a disservice to the graceful and swift movements of a snake. I spent the morning with doctors and the rest of the day slithering across my hardwood […]

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the roommate

My roommate has interrupted the writing of this post three times already and I’ve only been writing for ten minutes. Every time he interrupts, I start a new post because the old one stops making any sense. He’s not an overly chatty person so I like to spend time with his thoughts when he wants […]

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Between Math and a WhoDunIt

I’m pretty sure my to do list is an ever-expanding universe gathering dust and making stars from it. It’s an endless caterpillar that grows legs faster than they fall off. It’s a black hole I throw my time into like a carnival game addict, just fifteen minutes for a toss. I’ve been scowling at it […]

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journal 11.8

Sometimes I think about how the can opener wasn’t invented until the can had already been around for 50 years and how ridiculous this sudden tool would seem to some. Today I learned that we got to the moon before we invented rolling suitcase and though I can’t put my finger on why, there’s a […]

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regathering

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.

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praising the blooms

When I close my eyes, the darkness has been replaced with slate gray, like snow has come and gone and made mush of everything inside. Hiding in my heart is a kitten without a home, still cold from the storm, still afraid of how the sky fell and no one stopped. What I’m trying to […]

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