“GOOD BOY!” By Sasha at Kits Beach


Tuesday, April 13, 2015
9:14am
5 minutes
Overheard at Kits Beach

I take Ned for a walk every morning. Before I’ve fully arrived here, in the day, I walk down to the beach and I let Ned off the leash even though it’s against the law. It’s my small “Fuck the man”. I don’t do it anywhere else, I play by the rules, but I’m gonna let my hundred pound dog off the damn leash. Come on. There are other dog walkers there, and runners… A few carriage pushers. A few old women in running shoes and shawls. Sometimes I bring my travel mug with green tea. Sometimes I stop for a full fat latte. Screw the fads. My mother drank full fat milk and she was always thin as a broom handle. I don’t reward Ned with treats. I give him a good scratch behind the ears and a “good boy”. It’s enough for him.

“please remove” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Monday, April 13, 2015
11:02am
5 minutes
The Blue Bottle Bag

please remove the cobwebs from around your ears and listen
this this this story
opening like a fist
closing like a flower at
night
catching venus and the moon
an ancient song
we know the tune even though we’ve only heard it whispered
in the womb
the kind of memory that lives in the flora of our guts