dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Thursday, March 02, 2017


I bought myself a hairband with fake little sunflowers on it to wear to the peace vigil.  Less than 1% of observers will know sunflowers are a symbol of anti-nuclearism, but that's okay.

We're doing laundry.  Ming's washing dishes.  Aircraft are flying outside.  They bother me.

This morning I served the hungry though I rarely serve on Thursdays.  Saturdays are my day.  But we won't be here Saturday.

We have a present for our friend.  It's a cute old metal box with a hinge.  I think he'll love it.  We also wrote him a letter for inside the box.  It's in the form of a zine on thick green paper.


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