36 Chambers of Woo

Probably, the less said about this, the better.

Haiku for My Nonexistent Infection

Um, I'm pissing blood?
"Try some homeopathy."*
I. Am. Pissing. Blood.**

Oh, Vermont medical care.

*This line could have also read, "Maybe it's your period" or "Bet it's the testosterone."
**The bleeding has stopped, so please do not be (as) alarmed.

Up all night to get lucky

Haiku for October 31, 2013

Seven years' bad luck
Unless it's Halloween night
Then all bets are off

Requisite Anti-Columbus Post

I appreciate that the people in my life mostly have kickass politics and that my Facebook feed the last few days has been full of statuses correcting the misinformation we were taught in school, particularly repeated postings of The Oatmeal's comic drawing on Howard Zinn's scholarship.

I also appreciate that Imani shared the photo below, taken outside Walter's in Fort Green, lest I feel too satisfied with myself and my friends and forget to be angry about gentrification and displacement and disenfranchisement currently happening in Brooklyn and all over occupied America.

Post by Imani Henry.

[Update: As I was writing this post, Imani got word that the restaurant owners issued a formal apology for the sign. Probably in part because his friends saw his photo and started making noise.]

Haiku for the Legacy of Genocide

2013
And still telling lies about
1492.

Let me crochet about it and get back to you.

Last night, as I wrestled with an array of communication breakdowns, with that June supermoon blasting through my window, I started on the first few rows of what will be a very large sphere.

Haiku for a Super Moon

Capricorn full moon
Challenging my boundaries,
I'll crochet your ass.

Springtime in the woods

What it sounds like outside my bedroom window from sunset to sunrise, without a single break

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! 
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!  
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! 

Capricorns do it and then feel bad in the morning

I can only describe it as a kind of epic stoner brunch: Piles of food on the kitchen counter, piles of bodies on the LoveSac, slow-motion sledding into bramble bushes, Tarot readings on-site, getting home at supper time, and promptly falling asleep on the couch for two hours (instead of doing laundry).

The magic is gone

This is what I wrote last night.

I don't want to talk about it.

Haiku for March 20, 2013

Sorry, too pissed off
Don't feel like writing haiku
Good night, you assholes

For my mad kin

I know someone who is having a really intense experience of being able to foresee the collapse of human society. Technologies, economies, governments, all failing. Their calculations have placed this event in the next couple of years. Everything on the news and the Internet is confirming these predictions. I can see this person's physical health deteriorating. Coffee and cigarettes and weed.

Take these D cups from me

Yesterday I realized I had been wearing a binder every day for a week straight. I also realized it hurts a lot when I turn my head or breathe. Lifting things and driving are difficult. I made an appointment for physical therapy.