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rinsemiddlebliss

"At the mercy of the geography"

These streets aren’t made for walking, but that's just what we'll do

Visiting Los Angeles without a car

by AK Krajewska

I always assumed that you had to have a car to get anywhere in Los Angeles. I don’t like driving and don’t normally drive, but I thought, you have to in LA. The last time I was here, or at least I think that was the last time Continue reading (465 words)

Not exactly wild, not exactly abandoned

A walk through San Francisco’s Presidio

by AK Krajewska

The first time I wandered into the Presidio by way of Mountain Lake Park, I wasn’t sure if I was even supposed to be there. Behind a chain link fence stood rows of empty houses, boarded up, painted white and then graffitied, with the grass around them overgrown. Feral calla lilies bloomed all... Continue reading (568 words)

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Review: The Moon Moth and Rose/House

Science-fiction murder mysteries by Jack Vance and Arkady Martine

by AK Krajewska

I didn’t intend to have some kind of crossover noir murder mystery science fiction novella double feature when I read “The Moon Moth” and Rose/House on the same weekend. I just wanted to read Jack Vance’s “The Moon Moth” (1961)... Continue reading (1933 words)

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One bug may hide another

Debugging my garden, metaphorically and literally

by AK Krajewska

I’ve been gardening lately, trying to turn the little lawn in my backyard into a California native plant sanctuary. The grass dies back in the summer, even with watering, and it’s not very attractive. At first, I decided to cut it back, hoping that if I cut the yellowing grass on top, I’d let the grass from the bottom grow in. Continue reading (1583 words)

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Fragments from the first year of the plague

Sort-of-poems and sort-of-word-art fragments

by AK Krajewska

During the first year of the pandemic, I could not even finish a poem. I just wrote fragments. However I was able to kind of draw, and so I ended up with a lot of bits of words and ink and pen drawings. Continue reading (625 words)