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In 1994 I wrote a six paragraph story about an alien abduction. I’m reasonably sure it’s not autobiographical.
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In 1994 I wrote a six paragraph story about an alien abduction. I’m reasonably sure it’s not autobiographical.

It’s always hard for me to know when creative work is actually “done,” but I guess I am ready to release this poem into the world. Writing and editing it didn’t take me as long as I thought it would.

I was at Lollapalooza 1991! And I got hit in the head with a turkey leg in the cup fight during Siouxsie’s set. Good times!

Some time in the late 1980s, I wrote a story about a killer Bundt cake. I think that this may have been one of those times where I had an unbearably boring class assignment (perhaps “use the word phagocytosis in a sentence”) and took it way too far.

I’ve shocked myself by writing some poetry today. Other than “The Face Known to Me,” I haven’t written anything substantial in decades.

What’s that feeling when you are working hard on self-care, and then something happens to someone you love and your immediate thought is, “that happened because I was being selfish”? Oh, I know: stupidity and magical thinking.

What was 21 year old Katy thinking?

I have felt pretty manic these past couple of weeks, like my entire body is on overdrive. I suspect that having our wills and estate plan done affected me more than I thought it would.

Scenes from today’s Labor Day “Workers over Billionaires, People over Profit” protest in downtown Dallas. Apparently we are supposed to call these events “music festivals” on social media to confuse the suppression algorithm.