Back in college, I fell into something of a bad habit--obsessively talking badly about a particular person. To be clear, he deserved everything I said about him. But perhaps my friends grew weary of hearing my rants again and again. Okay, they definitely did. And also, rehashing the unfortunate relationship wasn't a good path to …
Above is my art. I'm not skilled at drawing realistic animals. I'd like to be, and maybe I can figure out how to work some classes into my life, or at least some YouTube videos. Then I could draw better foxes, rabbits, and dragons. Please accept my poor rendering of a fox. The sort of …
Across the street from me is a group of houses, and on the roof of one of these houses is a pipe and some wires. The wires must be running the electricity to the house and the pipe is, I don't even know. Laundry room vent? Whatever. The point is, after these houses were built, …
This house is condemned, but I still find it weirdly compelling. I'm not at my best. Not even a little. But in spite of the horrors, here I am, trying to write and make art like some sort of delusional squirrel trying to cross a road. Who am I kidding. I haven't made any new …
I'm trying to be zen. I'm trying. Perhaps the zen part of my brain broke this week. Possibly. It seems likely. Is there a zen repair shop? It'll probably cost too much. Everything does these days, and this is why my zen is broken. Anyway, my apologies, y'all, for conceding to the capitalism hellscape by …
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The title of this blog post may make no sense. Hey, it describes the what's in the photo, does it not? This entertaining creation sits on a table in a local coffee shop. This particular coffee shop has been through it. I love its tenacity. Its vibes. But it seems like nearly everywhere is going …
In my office, I've stuck a few dozen glow-in-the-dark stars on the walls. It's silly because during the day, I can't see them. Well, I can if I look for them, but they're easy to miss. And I don't sit in my office in the dark. Weird, huh? So I see the stars only at …
The news is a horror show. Yes, perhaps it has always been this way, but these days, the horrors pour nonstop into our lives thanks to the technology we created to improve our lives. Ahem. Anyway. I'm going to write about something with no real stakes. Because frankly it's nice to be distracted by something …
(So many content warnings, y'all. Don't click the links if you don't want to see the images. I linked them in order to cite some sources.) Many of us know what it is to lose someone. We may journey through the land of grief on different paths, facing different monsters, but everyone who lives long …
Marta Bacon 