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Thankfully

For dinner, the food
I give thanks,
I bought myself
Peanut butter and jelly.
String cheese.
Baby carrots.
Goldfish crackers.
Starburst souffle
with a side of milk
chocolate kisses.

Going nowhere.
Seeing people
As they really are
From this distance.
Same color, same gender
Some vertical deviation.
Initial responses vary
And end all the sameHate me, love me,
Forgive me.

Living at distinct elevation
Among monks and eunuchs
Like any good princess
I don’t cry out
Watching hair
Growth is boring.
Tried sleeping
Forever didn’t work.
Daily apples,
Good for regularity.

Strands of hope
Strung loosely
Feeble fragments
Form a web
Clump of desire
Fragments caught
Draining me alive.
Cares casually given
Do not feed
The animal.

You must be Trippin

I’m a seed. That’s what I’ve learned. I’m a seed that’s been planted in Seattle. I’ve taken root. I’m in a spot I can maintain, at least for now. Even more than that, I have garden space to plant more seeds. Enough room to house someone I really like. Though, not many people fit that description. But if that someone wanted to give Seattle a go, I’ve got a place to temporarily house them. Most of the people I like could even get a job at the Space Needle. To start, at least.

Right now this list only has one person on it. They know who they are.   Continue reading You must be Trippin

Hi, I missed you.

I don’t want to alarm anyone but, while you were sleeping, I dismantled reality.

Thanks to a huge help from the cosmos and a little boost from hallucinogens I explored the macrocosm that is all of creation with the idea that I’m at the center.  Once you let yourself believe it becomes an onerous task to keep up with all of it.

I’m so glad someone else was there to help me through it.  My spirit guide, my soul mate.

Spillit Slam: Education

This past Friday there was another Spillit event held at the Amurica studio in Crosstown.  I was so inspired by the one before, I set aside time to make sure I came back.  I was trepidatious about this adventure but not for the usual socially-anxious reasons.  I set out that night intending to tell a story.  What made it so terribly hard to approach is that I had NO clue what story to tell.  The theme was education.  Pretty broad, pretty ubiquitous.  I even got a pep talk from Jamie Harmon prior to the show about just how broad and ubiquitous the topic can be.

Basically, I should tell a story about something I’ve learned.  It’s extremely fortunate I received that pep talk.  Not only did it shatter the flimsy construction of a story I tried to piece together that day (a stilted retelling of how I became a pariah at Bryn Mawr) but it also made me look at myself and admit the biggest lesson I have learned recently.  I decided in that moment to attempt a summation of how I learned to find success.  Continue reading Spillit Slam: Education

Undercurrent

undercurrent
This event needs a signature cocktail to go with it.

I’m going to do something a little off-the-cuff here. Continue reading Undercurrent