wagging tails…
window shopping
for a new balm
Written on September 30, 2026
(more…)Month: September 2026
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The smell is stronger than my feelings about eating animals. I quicken my pace to pass the meat shop before my gag reflex, both of my stomach and that of my mind, acts up. I squint my eyes to bar my mind from spinning up morbid images. I fail. Everytime.
water from
the butcher’s pail…
red geraniumsWritten on September 27, 2026
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ants antennating
in a sunbeam…
no secretsWritten on September 27, 2026
def. antennating
The act of an insect touching, drumming, or sweeping its antennae against an object or another insect, primarily to communicate or sense chemical cues.
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leisure weekend…
out of nothingness
a headacheWritten on September 27, 2026
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tea plantation tour…
without the guide’s instructions
tasting the fogWritten on September 27, 2026
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I was looking at the night sky last night. Well, what’s left of it. Not being able to see even a handful of stars was unsettling; and the longer I sat in silence under the light-polluted sky, the deeper the resentment for modern life grew.
eclipsing the moon…
everyone else’s
tall housesWritten on September 25, 2026
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deer reserve—
two Jane Does
kissingWritten on January 13, 2026
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gardening the shade of amateur green
Written on April 2, 2026
