by Aleksandr Podrez
We’d been feasting on the famous foods of winter: squash, potatoes, a steamed pot of dark greens. And after, we danced in Glenn’s living room above Crystal Creek, barefoot on the Persian rug, eating chocolate cake, and almost knocking over the candles. So when the frogs in the pond out front began to sing—a bass note followed by a high-pitched exclamation—we slid out the door and past the tall clusters of bamboo, over the wooden bridge, moving to the frenzied rhythm of the frogs, who—it seemed— grew louder and more intent the more we rocked to their cacophony. So it was frogs and moonlight and dancing under the bare bones of the trees, the creek suddenly swollen after six years of drought. And Glenn—one year older and nearing (though he didn’t yet know it) the end of his greatest love. And we were calling out to the frogs, who called back to us as we stumbled, nearly into the bracken water, and leapt up onto the pond-side boulders, hands in the air, a light mist falling on our arms, our upturned faces. And I couldn’t decide: was the world enamored with itself?— all this riotous back and forth? Or had we only invoked alarm, amphibian for get-back! get-back! I didn’t know. But how happy we were, for that hour, to believe we were one marvelous body, in our smooth and slippery skin. Even if the frogs did not want us. Even if our joint fates are written, already, in the tainted water, the dark and opulent mud.
When you can make it out in time to write them shower thoughts can actually be life changing
why is being creative immediately associated with shame. “yeah i’m a writer but i’ve never published anything.” “yeah i’m an artist but i’ve never sold a piece.” why do we always feel the need to immediately discount the great achievement that is creating something from nothing. give yourself some credit. you made something and that’s what matters
Hey! Last night this blogged ticked over the 100 follower count without me noticing. Das so cool.
You’re beautiful, sister, eat more fruit, said the attendant every time my mother pulled into the 76 off Ashby Avenue. We never knew why. She didn’t ask and he didn’t explain. My brother and I would look at each other sideways in the back seat, eyebrows raised— though lord knows we’d lived in Berkeley long enough. He smiled when he said it, then wiped the windows and pumped the gas. I liked the little ritual. Always the same order of events. Same lack of discussion. Could he sense something? Attune to an absence of vitamin C? Or was it just a kind of flirting— a way of tossing her an apple, a peach? It’s true my mother had a hidden ailment of which she seldom spoke, and true she never thought herself a beauty, since in those days you had to choose between smart and beautiful, and beauty was not the obvious choice for a skinny bookish girl, especially in Barbados. No wonder she became devout, forsaking nearly everything but God and science. And later she suffered at the hands of my father, whom she loved, and who’d somehow lost control of his right fist and his conscience. Whose sister was she, then? Sister of the Early Rise, the Five-O’Clock Commute, the Centrifuge? Sister of Burnt Dreams? But didn’t her savior speak in parables? Isn’t that the language of the holy? Why wouldn’t he come to her like this, with a kind face and dark, grease-smeared arms, to lean over the windshield of her silver Ford sedan, and bring tidings of her unclaimed loveliness, as he filled the car with fuel, and told her— as a brother—to go ahead, partake of the garden, and eat of it.
Gelding - An adult male horse (3 years or older) that’s been neutered.
Stallion - An adult male horse (3 years or older) that is not neutered.
Mare - An adult female horse (3 years or older), used interchangeable for both fixed and unfixed female horses.
Pony - A full grown horse under 14.2 hands.
Foal - A newborn horse.
Weanling - A colt or filly that is 6-12 months.
Yearling - A horse between 1-2 years old.
Colt - A male horse under 3 years old.
Filly - A female horse under 3 years old.
Hand - Measurement of how tall a horse is, one hand = four inches.
Tack - Riding equipment.
Halter - Headgear you put on a horse to lead them, can be made of leather or fabric.
Gait - Speeds a horse can got.
Trot - Gait faster than a walk but slower than a canter.
Canter - Gait faster than a trot but slower than a gallop.
Gallop - Faster than a canter, basically the highest speed a horse can go.
Lunging - Exercising a horse by walking them in a circle, usually done with a halter and lunge rope.
Lunge Rope - A long rein/rope used when lunging a horse, typically 20-40 ft long.
Colic - Pain in a horse’s stomach ranging from mild to severe, can be fetal if not treated.
Cribbing/Windsucking - Biting onto a fence post and sucking in air, horses do this when they’re extremely bored.
Farrier - Someone who dresses and trims a horse’s hooves.
Bridle - Headgear used to control and maneuver a horse.
Bit - The metal mouthpiece of the bridle.
Frog - The triangular part of the inside of the hoof.
Rain rot - A fungal infection horses can get on their backs, easily treatable with antibiotics.
Mucking - Cleaning out a stall.
Hot blooded - Extremely energetic, excitable horses. Hot blooded horses are used for more speed driven tasks.
Cold blooded - Very low temperament, very relaxed horses. Cold blooded horses are used for more labor driven tasks.
Draft - Large, working horses.
Feathers - The long, fuzzy fur on a horse’s hooves, usually found in Draft breeds.
kind of obsessed with the idea of the rest of the gaang leaving Toph and Zuko to watch over some cooking food and when they come back its burned and Katara starts fuming but Toph and Zuko are like “we’ve never stepped inside a kitchen in our lives and only have one eye between us, if anything it’s your fault”
List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.
Not including the obvious "my OCs/original works" and only allowing myself ONE video game for fun haha.
Disability activism
Music history (US centric admittedly)
Film production
Undertale/Deltarune
Doctor Who
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