I have so many thoughts about my new job that I haven’t known where to start. This post is going to be all about it and other every day matters– little to no poetics or heart ramblings– so this is your window to sneak away if you’re not into that right now. If you’re just reading to see what I mean about zooming with me– … Continue reading new job, zoom with me, etc
So often I love the blank page of a blog. I could write anything here. I could write: some plankton can make little clouds above their own heads when the sun is too bright. This is true. I could write: some people bring their rainclouds with them wherever they go. I am afraid of becoming this kind of person. This is metaphorically true, then just … Continue reading blank
I haven’t felt like myself since Kozo died. I wish this wasn’t true. He wouldn’t want that. I wish I was better at grief. I’ve had so much practice, and yet, here I sit: dimmed. At his memorial, I cried through my reading. I really thought I could make it all the way through, but I was talking about emptiness and fullness, and how life … Continue reading on grief-dimmed joys
PepperDay link up will run from now till March 22nd, midnight PST. Any type of post is welcome, but please make sure content is respectful of all readers. Please tag your posts PepperDay so we can find them in the reader, too. Looking forward to visiting your webby home! Add your link here: https://fresh.inlinkz.com/party/ed4123b02335435980c71cc7f68b52b7 Continue reading #PepperDay 4/22 Link Up
Climb out of the Pacific Ocean, where fake islands crown a shore, and a dead boat floats bloated in the distance. Walk four blocks away from the waves. Ask any of my nieces. They’ll open their hands, read their palms, find me in a wrinkle that roots to their heart lines. Blindfold my mother and tell her I am hungry. Fill her hands with parathas … Continue reading 100 . five directions to me
Cascarones are bright-colored eggshells, with confetti tissue-paper-sealed into them. The eggs are emptied through a small hole and then washed and dyed. Growing up, we would start saving the shells in February to have enough for Easter Sunday, when we would run around our backyard and smash them over each other’s heads. This is a bright memory for me, clear as day. The carton of … Continue reading journal 4.4
The Oddcast is back (in some sort) Ages ago, Bradley helped me put together a podcast, that I called an audio cast, that I shortened to Oddcast. Because of living situations and limited tools, it didn’t go on very long. WordPress’ recent collaboration with Anchor.fm made me decide to restart in. Instead of new content, though, it’ll be random selections previously posted to Rarasaur blog. … Continue reading jingle, art, poetry
1 Small Acknowledgement I was announced as a finalist for the Women’s National Book Association’s Creative Non Fiction contest with seven other lovely humans. I also keep a bookshelf through the website Bookshlf.com that was featured on their top 100 shelves! I use this site to collect a bunch of articles that I need to reference again and again. The shelf I have linked here … Continue reading 5 march joys
