The Alien in the Alley She is hairy and Abstract and lives on the walls with wings dipped in black. She’s not a cliché fly. She is a jaw-dropping butterfly. A goddamn mighty butterfly. With vivid, godly wings that are lengthy like sophisticated words. She, a spellbinding creature, surrounded by bile… Continue reading The Alien in the Alley
It's the second Saturday, and my returning readers probably know where I spent my morning and afternoon– Friends of the San Francisco Public Library's dollar book sale, held every second Saturday of the month! I had such a busy week, with finals and parties and meetings that I planned to sleep until 11:30 then go… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Building a Library
Second Saturdays are the best Saturdays. They are better than First Fridays and are the only Saturdays I will get out of bed before noon. The second Saturday of each month, the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library group opens the doors to their book haven and sells all of the used/new angels for… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Second Saturdays are the Best Saturdays!
DISCLAIMER: Full of spoilers, so if you have not watched and plan on doing so (it is on Netflix) then stop here. I know I'm probably late to the party, the Sausage Party that is, but I actually found the movie to be quite thought-provoking. From the previews I thought it would just be a fun and… Continue reading How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.
She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven… Continue reading Grandma Faye.
Nothing is better. That is all.
Going through a twenty-pound bag of ice in three days. Cooking eggs and steak in a pan in the street, or baking cookies in the car dashboard. Packing into public pools and splash pads like a can of sardines. Dropping the air conditioner down to 74 degrees. Driving down to California… Continue reading Summers in Arizona