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  • Hands Off

    And now, a real-time cataloguing of my favorite signs from the Hands-Off protest on the typically sleepy little main street of my hometown: Many, many, many “NO KINGS” “IKEA has better cabinets” F-ELON and the FELON Beware of Doge Cars driving by waving Mexican flags arrow-shaped sign with “what they said” FREEDOM not FREEDUMB Make…

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  • Daily Prompt: Pandemic & Narrative

    Every weird kid I’ve ever known selects one worldwide disaster and gets way too into it. I am, unfortunately, the weird kid who never grew out of the practice. I started with the Black Plague, then moved on to the geography of syphilis, then meandered around in the world of parasites and prions and smallpox…

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  • Manticore

    Manticore

    Sometimes a work of art is done just because you want to move onto other things. So happy birthday to my husband, and congrats to me, on dropping my first novel so I can move on to other projects slightly more in my genre. My debut book? Gay erotica. Someone dies. Herbalism’s involved. So is…

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  • Dreaming

    Experimentation into the function of dreaming coalesce into one major theory: dreams are the subconscious mind’s own personal method of problem solving. Most dreams are nonsense, unremembered consequences of a sound command to “sleep on it” and awaken with fresh eyes and no knowledge of how you got there. But, if you’re like me, you…

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  • Sprites.

    I see them in the morning, when I squint against the sun streaming in through curtainless windows. Spots of light at the corner of my vision, fireflies flashing their morse code into the ether. I blink and they’re gone, the shine of the morning dims mundane. Coffee massages away the last dregs of the headache…

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  • Make Me.

    Fascism relies on despair. Relies on fear, on a misunderstanding and truncating of normal legal process to enforce the unenforcable through individual avoidance of possible consequences. It relies on the idea that those resisting are outnumbered, which is almost always untrue. As the barrage of executive orders roll in from the new fascist administration, we…

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  • Cursed Ground

    Cursed Ground

    It is 0730 and I have prions on my mind again. Have I posted about this particular interest before? Probably, somewhere, I’m not going to dig it up. On this morning, I’ve got prions on my mind as a curse. Consider this: You and your flock of sheep take up residence in a lovely little…

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  • Annihilation

    Annihilation

    Years ago, I saw a movie. An adaptation, I assumed, inspired by Lovecraft’s The Color from Outer Space — which is my favorite work by him for it’s relative lack of racism. Just a rock that changes everything around it, the living things in its vicinity taking its influence into themselves as an indescribable color…

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  • Ugly Sweater

    Ugly Sweater

    I’ve done it! I did it! The first garment in my wardrobe, totally constructed by me panel by panel and stitch by stitch. This thing is both heavy and airy, a grainy transition between many of my favorite colors. Weaving it up (loop by knot, with a crochet hook that matched the colorway) leaves an…

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  • The problem with being an achiever is the achievements. When you’re still in school, they come at a steady clip. A on the midterm, on the term papers, in the socratic seminars, in the videogames you still have time to play, in the number of shots you down in one night and still go to…

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