To be totally honest, I was going to wait to share another guest post. It seemed like a good ratio– based on absolutely no science whatsoever— was 3 of my-posts to 1 guest-post. Then, today came by, and I used up all my energy making tortillas and cookies, and doing the laundry. Restorative, yes, but not writing. So, please welcome another guest! This post is … Continue reading guested: A reflection from Micah
In middle school, Brittney picked a fallen eyelash off my cheek. She set it on top of her index finger and told me she had stolen a wish. She made the small-whoosh sound of blowing out a single birthday candle, and her corresponding puff floated my eyelash into the air. Now I keep my own wishes, and I have added an important layer to this … Continue reading 20. eyelash love
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
I’m sorry. What was his name? This is a pretty new addition to common responses to loss. We’re learning more about grief every day. I like this for us. I much prefer it to asking how he died, or how old he was, or any of the questions I got regularly in the first few years. But, it’s complicated. Telling people Dave was named Dave … Continue reading 18. wrinkled
Today I forgot the word for widow. I visited all the neighboring words: late, former, forgotten, leftover, left behind. I gripped my hands to each other, and opened them, over and over. As if the word could be found there. As if a synonym for widow is the moment when two held hands unclutch from each other. Today I stood outside my apartment and tried … Continue reading 17. plans
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
Using my emergency post today, at the halfway mark. Hi, nice to see you. Continue reading ❤️ hi
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
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