Last night, in my van, after work, the rain wouldn’t stop falling. Flooding! Endless! Dark and dampening rain! And the rear doors on my van don’t seal properly, it was in an accident, the water drips down on my collection of books- What We Leave Behind, Mrs. Dalloway, Shadows on the Koyukuk. I sat watching … Continue reading rain
I lost my digital camera, I think. It was wrapped in a boy-scout smokey-the-bear hanky, last seen on my van dash, next to the open window, outside the gas station. I left my phone at my new job, on the edge of the stainless sink, in the darkened kitchen stuffed with vintage rootbeer flavoring. I … Continue reading secret chicken
I work in paradise. There are three hundred acres that overlook a long river valley. There are hundreds of weak annuals, a murky pond that spits water from rusted cannons. In the pond are one thousand goldfish. The long river valley, which can not be seen on smoky days, has the ends of the earth … Continue reading The lake
because I like taking pictures of the sun
cook inlet from Anchorage, a sky-whale . . Eklutna lake . . . . . . . . Interior Alaska 2 a.m. sunset/sunrise combo . . . .I don't know which one I like better . .
Big Rock Candy Mountain
That's how I feel right now. Like big rock candy mountain. Does life get any better than this? Things were rough for a few minutes after I bought my van- I'm no mechanic, so I couldn't really tell if I'd gotten a good deal or a bad one, but almost as soon as I drove … Continue reading Big Rock Candy Mountain
I live in a van, in a weedy lot, for now, a sort of junkyard where willows grow from the engines of old cars. I’ve pulled one of the seats from my van and set it up on a wooden flatbed trailer that catches the light. It’s my recliner, the place where I sit in … Continue reading Fairbanks
the nigerian prince
Today I am a nigerian prince in his off-time, inspired by franciska to give up all of his inheritance for the sake of poems, and I will give you details instead of sentences. 1. The morning is cold and I am wearing a gingham shirt that I don’t really like but it hides my tattoos … Continue reading the nigerian prince
infinity worth of jars and a long weekend’s worth of time
It rained today, a thunderstorm that split the sky. The sky is taller here, way up there and far a way, a sort of theater, too far away to do much harm. Not low and tight like the sky in Portland, tied to the tops of buildings and weighted down with stones. I finished cutting … Continue reading infinity worth of jars and a long weekend’s worth of time
Feeling inspired. Ate some coffee icecream, the sun is out endlessly. I've been going on these long hikes every day, just walking on the looping four-wheeler tracks that go through the wilderness, finding bleached moose bones and bits of eaten un-shy hares and impossibly lavender pasque flowers... the birch leaves have gone, in a matter … Continue reading more.
pemmican and grizzly tracks
I finished the pemmican today. It’s so nice to have a day off- sleep till ten, get up all cobwebby with dreams, shake myself back into reality. Grind up some dried meat in the blender, mix the meat powder with some melted coconut oil and dried cranberries, pat it into a cookie sheet. Taste it, … Continue reading pemmican and grizzly tracks
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