Two paint-covered hands held open, palms facing outward against a bright yellow background. The hands are smeared with blue, green, red, and brown paint across the fingers and palms.

unless I do…

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I've never been able to satisfactorily explain this, but I don't like to be touched. Unless I do. And by never been able to satisfactorily explain it, I mean to anybody. Including myself. People sometimes think or feel in huge generalities. I niche down. The big space is too nebulous for me. There are maybe … Continue reading unless I do…

Two tarot deck boxes sit on a dark wooden shelf in front of a deep red velvet cushion. The larger blue box reads “H.R. Giger Tarot,” and in front of it leans a smaller, well-worn green box labeled “The Robin Wood Tarot.” The edges of the Robin Wood box are softened from age and use, and the photo is softly lit with a shallow depth of field.

saving things…

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I remember the first time I ever saw a deck of tarot cards. I was a teenager standing in the back corner of Vacaville’s Lesbian Bookstore. Next to a case full of silver pendants with all sorts of mystic meanings, leather-bound journals that looked primed to receive and contain life-giving knowledge, and a rack of … Continue reading saving things…

Fried calamari spilling out of a cone made from newspaper onto a wooden cutting board, with two whole lemons resting nearby.

calamari…

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When I was little, we used to visit my mom’s parents at a house on the coast of California that the family called The Brown House. It may surprise you to hear, but the entire exterior of the house was indeed brown. As the youngest in the family, and the most compact, it was my … Continue reading calamari…