These are the falls and deaths racing doesn't want you to see For years, the racing industry has been quietly removing falls and deaths from its replays. Now, industry insiders are speaking out.

For years, the racing industry has been quietly removing falls and deaths from its replays. Now, industry insiders are speaking out.

This sounds familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on why 🤔

"I wish I had told you, before our dinners grew cold, that one day I would speak loudly. Not to wound, but because not speaking would betray everything I was taught... I have spoken not in spite of my Jewishness but because of it – in solidarity with Palestinians, but also out of love for you."

A night photo of a person in a puffy hat hugging a giant glowing ball.

I hugged a ball 😊

The arc from the hose.
Angle grinder's metal spray.
A quicksilver kiss.

Early winter frosts.
The mulberry is fruiting.
Gift of life, or death?

A writing day gone
And nothing written again.
Just as expected.

Another haiku.
Another saccharine song
Of hope I'll forget.

Third day of winter
And I'm ready for summer.
But the world needs rest.

A partially open palm frond, its leaflet tips still joined, the gaps between the folded leaflets making it look finned like a giant green organic radiator.

Unfolding palm frond,
Insectine accordion
Breathing the green night.

A mediocre phone photo of slightly pink-tinged night sky, my only evidence of last night's aurora Australis that nonetheless makes me very happy.

Pride Month started with a giant space rainbow. Fucken oath. 🌈

This is my formal request to filmmakers to make the nude samurai movie. I'm also happy to take on casting responsibility pro bono.

Oh no! I'm glad to hear you're both okay, but what a bloody nightmare :(

The night is on fire.
Cold fire like a southern wind,
Green as a sapling.

Sunset-stained cascade.
All those golden days of growth
Tumbling, falling.

A dove, photographed from below a clear plastic roof, highlighting its adorable little feeties in sharp focus.

Let's start the month with some feet pics from a cute bird.

Where are those rivers of mercury when you need them?

The ocean's surface
Isn't measured at wavetop,
But the highs do count.

It's silly how ev
ery line I want to write is
One syllable too

Growing for the sun,
It breaches the canopy,
Its roots now laid bare.

I waited for him
And he went off without me
Like i knew he would.

Motivation is
Like a sorcerer's spell slots.
I don't have any.

There is a season.
But sometimes that season is
Unseasonable.

Half-written stories,
So many threads to pull on.
My gift to myself.

Two stars used to shine,
Glimmering on golden hair,
A long time ago

The big things matter
But it's the little actions
That add up the most.

Raindrops on the tin
Recall hot coffees, old books,
A gut-wrenching flood.

I'm sick as a dog
But there's a frog in our drain
So I'll be okay.

Some conversations
Are like swimming in a rip.
Go sideways or drown.

I'm sick of speaking
While people shout over me
To say that they hear.