dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Thursday, June 08, 2017

safe to feel

Gmorning, world.  I am a little bird peeping its gmorning to you.

I have some dangerous cookies.  They have three grams of sugar each.

My poet friend sent me a couple zines and a letter and an affirmation yesterday.

Today will be busy: peace vigil, meeting with J, meeting with Reverend Rachel, and in the evening a fundraiser at a bar.  I don't like bars and don't really understand Ming's interest.


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