---------To the tune of “come sail away”, by Styx.I’m smashing computers. Smashing laptops, with an iron crowbar. Or a baseball bat. I’m running through a building filled with laptops, smashing in their faces with my big blunt thing, pure raw energy coming out of my body, bored muscles finally awakening from the longest sleep this … Continue reading Fantasy
Author: carrot quinn
A Cake Made Of Plaster
(this first part written by Nicole)I discovered that you can shave much time off the drive to J. Flats if only you disobey the posted speed limit. Instead of arriving in two hours, i think i can make it in an hour and a half, an hour forty five.When you pull onto the street that … Continue reading A Cake Made Of Plaster
for Peter
There's a cabin in the woods on forest service landYou might miss it because it's made out of woodIt belongs to a man who works at an office furniture warehouse in SE Portlandthere are five skilletsand cedar boughs on the mattressI think he hurt his knee this yearI find some peanut butter in the cabinetand … Continue reading for Peter
Wishbone Georges Rides The Train To Dunsmuir
The characters-Carrot Quinn, under the axleThe TrainSarah Moniously and Wishbone GeorgesI took a train trip this week. It's a blur- hot heat, dried mangoes and diesel exhaust. Lots of wind and an elderly terrier. I went with my young train-riding apprentice and co-cook, Sarah Moniously. We took along a friend's dog, Wishbone Georges, aka Wibshone, … Continue reading Wishbone Georges Rides The Train To Dunsmuir
I Had A Dream About My Mother Last Night.
And I never, ever, ever, ever have dreams about her. It’s like my subconscious has thrown all of my childhood into a deep hole, and has been frantically shoveling dirt over it all these years. It’s disappearing- a little more each year, like a dream after waking. I’d better write it all down, before I … Continue reading I Had A Dream About My Mother Last Night.
What Are You Afraid Of?
It’s dark and hot. Well, not quite dark yet. And not that hot, here by the river. It’s hot in Portland, I think. I’m glad I’m not there.I want to talk about the things I’m afraid of. What are you afraid of? These are the things I’m afraid of--mental illness (my mom is schizophrenic)-mental illness-mental … Continue reading What Are You Afraid Of?
A Visitor
I had a visitor this weekend. It was 24 hours in heaven. 24 and an extra 10 that we squeezed in by holding hands while we slept.I hiked out to meet her on Friday night, a warm dusk falling over the forest as I walked the road to the parking lot. Three miles of trees … Continue reading A Visitor
password protected posts
Friends! Strangers! Passers-by! Now and then I choose to password-protect a post of mine, for whatever reason. If you would like the password to these posts, please leave a comment on this post- it will ask you for your email, and then I will have it, and I will email you the password. And I … Continue reading password protected posts
I Had This Really Cool Dream This Morning,
right before I woke up. I was in Manhattan with Lark and Sam, and it was dusk, and we were cruising down these wide empty streets. And the best part is that we were on rollerskates. And I could feel the wind in my face, and I could see the wind in Sam’s big red … Continue reading I Had This Really Cool Dream This Morning,
Surfing the Blood Sugar Sea
I got up at 5:50 today when it was still a little dark. I'm staying in the bunkhouse, which in this case is literally a house full of bunkbeds- a big, cold cabin with heavy walls and dark, cold corners, a body-sized woodstove in front and air that smells of creosote and composting toilet. It's … Continue reading Surfing the Blood Sugar Sea
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