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Albi

I’m a queer-for-short Black American who is doing their best.

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TBT: a braindump from 201X

Note: Please be aware that I am doing a lot better now! This was just so... raw... that I felt compelled to post it here. So I realized an uncomfortable truth over the weekend, while we were off doing our own things-- and I did mine, and it was great;

The Books I Left Behind

Do you ever think about The books you left behind? Every time you moved-- and then-- The very first move was an adventure to something greater. Our first real house, with a garage and and attic and my own room. The move after that, a grander adventure away from home.

Space Travel (leave your friends behind)

From the green world Floating beyond collapsed stars I glide for many, many years For so long, time stopped for me. And when I arrived In another galaxy A gate waited for me In welcome: "Salutations. Rest here and you may see old friends." After the shaky landing

TBT: Episode 35.

I wrote this sometime in 201X. Episode 35. She's sitting on the swing, not rocking much, and staring out into space. She had little idea what she was doing, and had been walking, wandering, for awhile. When her name is called she runs off. Today, because I'

Two Point Five Percent.

It has been a rough two years, and for me the world didn't even shut down. It moved on, and me with it. While others were able to stay home and bake bread, or walk their dogs, or just slow down to enjoy time with their families-- I

Lately, my posts have turned to death. Here is yet another.

My grandmother was dying when I penned this post. There is a lot of what my mother bitterly calls it, drama, concerning the surrounding circumstances. But most of it is not important; what matters at this moment is how she does not want any of this drama when the time

On people that died (maybe) when I wasn't watching.

I can't find her on Facebook anymore. She hasn't updated her blog or Twitter. She never answered my WhatsApp message. I think she is gone. I haven't said goodbye in over 15 years. And I don't know how to feel about this.

On why I just leave.

Two weeks ago, I had to leave an online space. It was an oasis-in-a-desert type of online space. If you're in a marginalized group, you know exactly the space I am talking about: the kind where it's a safe haven, a group to contrast the harshness

The inevitable: silence grows longer

And before you knew it, two seven months have passed by. I had no drafts or throwbacks to throw into the queue, so the silence lingered. A bit has happened since then: we've moved to a bigger and better house, I received my vaccination (edit: and booster!), I

15 minute break in the warehouse graveyard

The city can't take it away from me. Despite all this concrete Hard angles Grey-white walls The wind still carries the scent of forest. Oil is nothing Once I find The undertone of flowers. All that remains may be grass, But the weeds escape to remind me. Dandelion

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