Your eyes are weary, little city, hospital beds so heavy. Shutter. Shutter brief. There is no need for a long sleep. Your smooth freeways will not wrinkle before you awaken. Your tallest palms will not bald before you open again. It will be soon, so soon. Shutter, shutter. Let the ocean fog tap on the windows of homes full of people and dreams. Let it … Continue reading hush lil freeway
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 two here for those who aren’t on the other platform. [For those who are on Instagram, and follow me at @rawra.avis : I now … Continue reading being excellent to each other
It was over a hundred degrees in Long Beach yesterday, even after the sun went down, which is when Donny and I headed to the drive-in theater to see The Goonies. I didn’t wear gauze on my fingers because it is at the sloughing stage and I wanted to let it breathe. The blisters have gone, and tiny wounds have scarred over, and the finger … Continue reading G3: animaling
On Thursday, just before it snuck into Friday, I peeled back clingwrap on a makeshift steamer and burned my hand in the sweltery vapor. In the moments after the first zap of pain but before the shock bloomed, I tried some of the Thai sticky rice I made. I reached in with my unburned left hand and scooped some plump grains between my fingers. I … Continue reading B2: journal 8.10
To achieve the “serial” block on my Bingo board, I’ve decided to turn my pandemic posts into a sort of serial concept. Prologue: Early Winter (Featured on WordPress Discover if you missed that excitement!) Chapter 1: I Make the Bed Chapter 2: Shower Oranges All stand alone, and I imagine this installment will too– but who knows? I haven’t written it yet. _____________________________________________ a new … Continue reading G4: a new chapter
I never stop being amazed that people read my writing. I honestly can’t wrap my mind around it. Just think– if you read every post I posted in 2019– the second sparsest year of writing this blog has ever seen– you read over 50,000 of my words. That’s a novel! A bizarre, disconnected novel, but still. A novel worth of words. Written by me. Some … Continue reading thinking it out
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