being excellent to each other

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

G4: a new chapter

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

honoring the glitch

Sometimes 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 detail. It defines nothing, but it happens. Talking about it … Continue reading honoring the glitch

a gift

I’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 they keep me warm. I light myself with the reasons … Continue reading a gift

how

How 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 didn’t take,I set them back. How to explain my fingersare … Continue reading how