1 Self-care. My new Etsy shop where people can buy some of my late husband’s art on a t-shirt, or even one of my little expressions. It feels good to know that Dave’s art is out there again, and that my words have been made tangible. And, who knows– maybe it’ll even help me chip slightly away on the enormous medical debt I’ve accumulated this … Continue reading 5 October Joys
My love boomerangs and shapeshifts, and hovers like goosebumps leapt out of my skin. My love’s scratched up like a record that skips as well as it croons, like a window that can’t quite stay open but tries, like hardwood floors that the dogs are allowed to dance on now. My love gets growing pains, and cricks in the neck from holding up dreams, and … Continue reading yellow / love like
Last week, I met a small strawberry at the farmer’s market and took them home with me for a mini photoshoot adventure. Continue reading O3: smallberry
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
My late husband believed that everyone has a superpower. That it was so easy for us to imagine the possibility of a superhuman because the universe affirmed the possibility in tiny ways. We all know someone who can accurately guess how many jelly beans are in a jar. Someone who can pour out a perfect cup of rice without any measuring tools. Someone who can … Continue reading L4: immortalear
Your body is not small. The total surface area of the human lung could be spread to the height of a brachiosaurus. If you want to heal,you must firstfind every bruised place. Your body is not obvious.It sheds forty thousand cellsevery minute,and who knows how many of thosewere the last to rememberthe bruising? Just in case,count their ancestorsin your censusof pain.Even a cell can inherit … Continue reading G2: how to heal
I made a blog bingo board for August. My goal is to get four in a row by the end of the month. Prompts are just prompts. Not laws. I left it open so that I could post a recipe, or a poem about a recipe, or a story that uses the word recipe, or a metaphorical recipe– depending on how much I want to … Continue reading august shenanigans
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