There’s nothing left to do in my day, the space heater is on and the yellow lamps are burning and my dogs need nothing from me. Outside it’s dusk, the bright fall day turned indistinct and then twilight blue, the damp cold air embracing everything. I ate parsnips and beef cooked in bacon grease and … Continue reading brightness, darkness, lightness, happiness
chocolate covered bacon and the meaning of the wintertime
The dry season ended, all of a sudden, and the sky became dark and wet and the air turned cold and all the leaves fell. At first I was taken aback by all of this, because I hadn’t wanted it to happen. I was feeling like a victim of the seasons, like one of those … Continue reading chocolate covered bacon and the meaning of the wintertime
New year’s resolution
New year’s eve there was no moon. We left the campground, our little cabins with the K’s on everything and the logs painted brown and walked through the forest, the ghostly pines (so different than a little further inland) and the leafless trees all covered over in what would turn out in the morning to … Continue reading New year’s resolution
The brief wondrous life of Sonny Riccobono
It was march, and Seamus and I had just started dating. The rain clouds, while still black-grey and flinging down torrents of water, were broken, now, in moments, by patches of glorious, syrupy yellow light- the steamy northwest sun, emerging naked from its long, introspective sauna. Seamus and I decided to go to Olympia for … Continue reading The brief wondrous life of Sonny Riccobono
Rat Poison: Not For Dogs
It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged here, and lately I’ve been thinking about doing other things, like either writing and pretending I’ll post on my blog but then not actually posting, or starting another, actually anonymous blog, where I can be embarrassingly overly-personal without falling into the labyrinthine hall of mirrors which is … Continue reading Rat Poison: Not For Dogs
Haikus while I wait in line at the vancouver dmv
Clark county felons And people who raise children Which bathroom to use Air conditioning Cheetos, shouting, diet coke My number is called Next to me, a man Wears a monogrammed track suit He has no title A small blonde woman Looks red beneath the white lights Wears so many rings Your saint-like patience My tithe … Continue reading Haikus while I wait in line at the vancouver dmv
Sometimes I think that to stay open is the hardest thing.
Sometimes I think that I can’t stand the messiness of being human- the insincerity, the insecurity, the never-arriving, the always-changing. Sometimes I think I want a love that has no fear in it, something impossibly neat, something tidy and flawless. This is my great failing, the belief that a thing can be tidy and flawless. … Continue reading Sometimes I think that to stay open is the hardest thing.
It doesn’t ever stop raining
Ever. It’s always been raining, and it will always rain. The ocean is broader and deeper than the depths of my imagination, and each day small bits of it rise up, roil through the air, and pound the edges of the continent. We are an extension of the ocean, we are the inner edges of … Continue reading It doesn’t ever stop raining
good things to read! and I am doing a reading!
Friends! Strangers! Steadfast readers who are my source of continued inspiration! I am doing a reading on Friday, May 13th, at the Waypost in Portland, OR, at 7pm. I am reading with AM O'Malley and several other very talented individuals! And I'll be reading a piece from the book I'm writing! WHICH IS TERRIFYING! No … Continue reading good things to read! and I am doing a reading!
s p r i n g t i m e
Cherry blossoms are beautiful, my heart is ripped wide open. Everything goes back to beginnings, like a feedback loop of nostalgia, as if the middle never happened, the day-to-day, the text messages and the humming of electrical appliances. No, it was all explosions of flowers and sleepless, ecstatic mornings, time stopping and then slipping away, … Continue reading s p r i n g t i m e
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