guested: A letter from Matticus

The first Rarasaur guest post in a million years! Please welcome Matticus, who chose to write his post in letter format, which I love extra-much because letters play such a large part in our friendship. (He wrote over 30,000 words to me while I was incarcerated!) Love and thuds,Rara _____________________ Dear Blogosphere, My apologies for using this letter format.  It’s been so long since I’ve … Continue reading guested: A letter from Matticus


We only think frogs say ribbit because it is the dialect of a Hollywood frog. They made it to the movies, to the big screen, to the big time, and now their croak is immortalized. I don’t know why I’m thinking about frogs. It’s something about how my face feels right now. Clenched, wrinkled, and toady. Oh. I’m thinking about toads. It’s been long and … Continue reading frog

14. 100 / rock paper cat

Midnight is sneaking up on me, crouching in the day’s edges, waiting to pounce. I should be writing but instead I turn to rock, sinking my story-spin into frozen-earth. Stillness comes naturally to the hunted– maybe even more naturally than run. Wait feels safer than chase. The gravel of me wears a wedding dress of blank page. The vow to write today, and every day, … Continue reading 14. 100 / rock paper cat