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Under a Sewn Sky

’til you till the good earth with your bones, you can’t tell me you’ve suffered need. ’til you fill the neon graveyards with zombie dreams that you refuse to let die cuz they’re the only ones you can talk to about the truth– until then, you can’t brag about your courage, your faith, your anxiety,Continue reading “Under a Sewn Sky”

I ain’t a scientific expert, but.

I ain’t a scientific expert, but. I was doing some research into ocean acidification, plus something I remember from a geology class years ago about limestone in the mountains as evidence of ancient seas there. In that class, I wondered why we didn’t just make more limestone–made of calcium carbonate, or CaCO3, or calcium plusContinue reading “I ain’t a scientific expert, but.”

A Song to Thank You

Yes, I listened to a Christmas song in August. “Thank You” by Pentatonix Oh, Lord, it’s been a yearWith little joys and little fearsIt’s finally here, Christmas dayMy love, I need some hopeA little faith, a hand to holdIt’s awfully cold, Christmas day —Watch the snow fall down like me sometimesBut you pick me upContinue reading “A Song to Thank You”

The Aliens Are Unionizing

Baskets woven by alien women are still just baskets and eons went with no one asking for equal pay across the planets, “How dare they,” Matila mutters one day, “pay us less for our work?” So Matila forms the galactic guild of weavers, every Sunday they meet to discuss payment in yen but no oneContinue reading “The Aliens Are Unionizing”