The month of November happened in a flash of a feather. These thirty days always soar by like a bird in flight, in want of nest, but in need of push. Thirty days of flap and wing, and dream of rest. Words, like birds, were meant for the air, and Novembers I think were meant for both. There are perfect plastic doves perched on my … Continue reading glide & strike
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
This post is based on one that Steven posted about a week ago, titled the same. As he says in his post, which you should definitely read because it’s funny and thoughtful, we all have rules we follow to get along in society, but we generally have rules that we use to just… get along in life. He wrote about his. These are mine. 1st … Continue reading my prime directives
Nearly everything in my kitchen is designed for single meals. This is the result of my slow efforts over the last few years. I have a half dozen tablespoon measurements because I use the mostly in lieu of cups, and half cups, and quarter cups. I have measures for one eighth a teaspoon, and one sixteenth which is, I believe, considered to be a “pinch” … Continue reading feast
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 to your heart to live in a country that can … Continue reading journal 11.23
Once there was a panda, and he was attacked by a leopard. A much beloved shepherdess came to his aid, and though he survived, she did not. The pandas came to her funeral with armbands of ash on their all-white fur, but as they sobbed and hugged, and rubbed tears from their eyes, and covered their ears to give themselves peace from the grieving, they … Continue reading endangered
I like to grate the frozen butter more than I like to eat the biscuits, more than I like doing most things. I like the butter most in states of least resistance, when it is content enough to forgo spitting, when it reshapes itself as easily as one would step out of a silken, pale yellow slip. Whish. I understand the butter most when it … Continue reading buttered
I started my blog in 2012. Right before my first November blogging, I learned about all kinds of challenges that writers and bloggers participate in during this month. From writing a poem a day, to writing a novel through the course of the month, to even blogging every day. In a burst of energy I like to call #LetsGoLetsGoLetsGo, I did all three. And it … Continue reading NanoPoblano
