frightfully wondrous things happen here.
I walk every day because one time I went to prison, fractured my hip, and then five years later had surgery to correct it. Now it’s a mandatory part of therapy. If my body did not ache when I skipped a walk, I would not bother. I’m quite content to watch the outside from the […]
Read MoreWhen 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 […]
Read MoreHi best beloveds, This is just a quick note to let you know you can listen to me chat with Britt about forgiveness, blogging, prison, and life. (Search for “Love Your Enthusiasm on Google, Apple, or Spotify. Or click the image above to be taken to the site.) If you have time to listen, I’d […]
Read MoreTo 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 […]
Read MoreSometimes the twinkly lights draped across the building out my window thrum like a heart in fear. It only lasts a few seconds. Then they are solid again for quite some time. If you didn’t live here, you probably wouldn’t notice. Certainly nobody would describe the street, or even the restaurant wearing them, with that […]
Read MoreYou don’t always live with it. Sometimes you tuck it under the bed with all the other monsters, and fall asleep. Or you bury it six feet under the ground with other beautiful leaves that have turned to crunch. You cover it with dirt, and then sand, and then more sand. You sit on the […]
Read MoreI’ve gotten really good at missing people. I keep the masterpiece of them painted on the inside my eyelids, and they barely ever drip down as tears. I tuck the manuscript of them just under my skin, and they barely ever break through as goosebumps. I isolate myself with the reasons I love them, and […]
Read MoreHow to explainI did not walk out of prisontucked in thankfulness,blessing the cageless sky.How to explainthe moon has never been the samesince you took her from me.How my losses didn’tjustfill up with gratitudelike a wave chasing a wave.I went searching for it.Picked shells from the sand where I found them.Named them all Peace.If the name […]
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