"Dust", by Phyllis April King, is one of my favourite poems. Unfortunately, I can't find this in print anywhere. I had to transcribe it from a radio broadcast using Whisper.

It's really unfortunate that Phyllis is really only known as the partner of a more famous person.

@zoecology There's a neighbourhood in Toronto where coyotes roam about quite unconcerned. They ignore people, people ignore them.

This was taken mid-afternoon last week

For halloween in Scotland, we traditionally carved turnips. They're much harder work than pumpkin carving, but you can leave them to dry out and become utterly grotesque over time

Hey, my terminology is wrong! Neeps are swedes or rutabagas. They are quite large, and immensely hard to carve. This one has shrunk a lot

I hope my friend in high school is doing better than his fictional namesake

(book's spoiled by racist language tho)