Mutant, librarian, poet, union rabble rouser, dog, Ashkenazi Jewish. Neuroweird, bodyweird, mostly sleepy.
I write about transformative justice, community, love, Judaism, Neurodivergence, mental health, Disability, geography, rivers, labor, and libraries; through poetry, opinionated essays, and short fiction.
I review Schoolhouse Rock! songs at @PropagandaRock
he was extremely high. i don't remember how the conversation started but eventually he brought up his zucchinis. how he had grown too many. way too many. "i could just make zucchini pie but no, that's the cowards way out." i distinctly remember he said coward's way out
It's so good. Also company rice and beans.
my mom used to make zucchini bread and im still convinced it's the only good thing that can be done with them
