I have a recurring dream where I'm in the back yard of the old house where I grew up in. There are trees. Sparse. The mango tree just more towards the back, next to the pig corral. But here there is a drop. Down to the main dirt road. Two big cotton fruit (santol) trees guarding ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream I met a white husky without a name. His owner hadn’t given him one. He was very interested in me. I lay down in front of him and he put his mouth around the back of my neck. Twice. I suggested the name Bishop.

Last night I found a black bump on MD’s right front paw.

He said he’s running to catch the bus. He missed it. Then it rained.

Waiting for the snow. Taro is curled up on the kitchen floor and it’s chilly in here. How did I get here? Where am I going?

There are a few songs to listen to at 2 in the morning alone with a sinking feeling in your chest. It's just you, and somehow it should be fine.

Today, I found a lump on Mr. Darcy’s chest. It’s the beginning of the inevitable. Like air slowly leaking out of a balloon. I can’t imagine a day without him. I don’t think I can. It makes me angry. Right now, all I can do is look at his face and quietly promise myself that I will do what I can to give him everything while I can.

How long has it been? Fuck 2019.

Tonight, I looked at the Super Blood Wolf Moon. Before the snow fell again.

I’m crazy.

It seems I got lost. Somewhere in the world, people hang lanterns on lemon trees and drink their wines and eat their lambs under sheets of fabric. Wind would pass by and trumpet music would be heard across the way. What a relief. I’ve been doing it all wrong. Maybe. I’ve looked only at the things I need to change and less on the things I ( Read more... )