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taurus full moon tonight, if you don’t do the sidereal thing; i write to you from the sacramento valley, where it has been raining today, and there have been cumulonimbi circumambulating across the sky, a welcome sight for my sore midwestern eyez.

i drove into the dusky sunset coming home from work today, listening to ana roxanne’s album ‘because of a flower’ … the song Venus off there tickles my head. it reminds me this time a professor of mine made the class listen to maryanne amachers ‘sound characters’ album where she explores the ‘third ear’ and he had positioned the speakers just so that a third tone magically appeared in what felt like the center of my forehead - like binaural beats, i guess

the fields were soaked with water, the river of gold was forming again

one of my jobs right now is teaching elementary school children creative writing - i’m more of an assistant so sometimes i steal time to write - today’s prompt was anthropomorphism

i had written a story from the perspective of a stamp of mother mary licked by a man and slapped on a letter and sent to tashkent, where she was received by the descendant of an asylum seeker who had a stamp collection, and the stamps collectivized, and this particular stamp got pregnant and was going to name her daughter Counterfeit

what am i thinking about lately? living in the legacy of genocide at the western end of this settler colonial state, taking toddler steps toward understanding that this recent election is just another domino 😕 we live in such unique times - can you believe the moon right now appears to be the exact same size as the sun, due to perspective? how wonderful to be alive at a time like that

how wonderful to be alive at a time where four red cars can be in front of your car on the rain-splattered street, their red taillights making the world glow at night

and how awful is scrolling - it has started to annoy me but i can’t stop - it’s like strangers yelling yelling yelling at me, pay attention pay attention - but shouldn’t we be looking at sticks or something? or our own hands? imagine a world where we did that

i’m reading rachilde’s monsieur venus right now but im only on chapter 3

i’ve been reading performance theory on dance and the body in space and gifts of unwanted intimacy - quantum physics means everything is fabulation and our lips never meet, they repel, and we perceive that sensation as touch - bioregionalism - what even else i don’t know i’ve been reading myself into oblivion and don’t remember any of it

i love fantasy and reality and i’m trying to find the right rhythm between the two

i’m teaching appositives—the term for where you rename something to clarify it. some are necessary and some aren’t, according to the grammar textbook

what ever happened to living for the drama? i want to live for the drama. i want a pasta dinnur. i have been drinking coconut water lately, and making soup. last night was roasted red pepper tomato, last week was baked potato

once i had dinner at a poet’s house and she was recalling what it was like to look out the car at the capay valley as a child - what it was like to see the most beautiful thing in the world and know that it doesn’t belong to you, that it in fact has very little to do with you at all whatsoever

how can i feel grounded in this rich land and still step decisively onward when the time comes ? i am so jealous of anyone who feels like they belong to a place - for me, i only feel linked to a place after i’ve left