“To live alone onemust be an animal or a god — says Aristotle. There is yet a third case: one must be both — a philosopher.”

― Friedrich Nietzsche

Friday, June 21 — afternoon
Trimming the rosemary
Is it dying?
Thinning the corn plants
Mulching the flower beds
I am in the sun too long without cover
Watering the gardens
The apricot tree is dying, too

Saturday, June 22 — morning
How quickly we become like animals in the heat
pausing under shade trees

The fire smoke is a blanket
under which cicadas’ songs are amplified
making the morning…

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. …

I played with the glass dildo earlier as a rebellious reclamation of my own vagina from the perils of patriarchal medicine, corporate pharmaceuticals, and misogynistic shame. I confess that I deeply love the scent of the warm glass when I pull it out from inside myself. It reminds me of the musky flora on the windward side of Cozumel. An entire side of an island smelling like pussy. Imagine, driving in a Jeep for miles through it.

Anyway, fuck whoever decided that cunts should smell pretty or not at all. …

Anyone majoring in Interdisciplinary Studies is impractical. What society wants are quantifiable skills, certificates, licenses, or degrees with an exact translation. In terms of the economic bottom line, Interdisciplinarity is of little to no use. However, in terms of a therapeutic bottom line, Interdisciplinarity is of value. James Hillman suggested that there are two divergent paradigms operating in the world: economic and therapeutic, financial growth and personal growth. Never the twain shall meet. Or shall they?


Last night I dreamed of dolphins. I went under the sea with them, after some coaxing, and they graciously served me medicine in…

Gabe Eyrich

She/her. BS in Sociology, minor Women’s & Gender Studies. MAIS in Writing and Psychology. www.gabeeyrich.com

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