Hello! You may have read an early draft of this story, about the Duckabush Arson of last year, from a link on a hiking website. This early draft has been posted without my permission, and actually violates my publishing agreement with Amazon, and can get me in a lot of trouble. If you're the one … Continue reading the enchanted valley and things that do not happen
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Hermitism, youth, and the goddess of decomposition.
It is springtime, I have springtime insomnia. I become furiously excited and then, it rains, and I wilt, and my excitement turns to cold fear, and I lay in bed and pick apart my brain, wondering what I am doing wrong and how I can fix it. This afternoon, while standing over the sink in … Continue reading Hermitism, youth, and the goddess of decomposition.
how to know what is important
Sometimes, not matter how tired I am, I cannot make myself go to bed. I will do any number of meaningless, unnecessary tasks to avoid it- stare at myself in the mirror, walk back and forth, straightening things in my obsessively tidy apartment, look at blogs on my phone that have not been updated in … Continue reading how to know what is important
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
dream
dystopia, dark skies, lightning and chemical clouds, always dark, I’m staying with SG in a sprawling metropolis- I go to visit Mykhiel, who lives in the bottom half of a tiny, peaked house with dark, papered-over windows- the bottom half and basement, on the inside, are a chaotic, teeming labyrinth of strange, industrial apartments winding … Continue reading dream
thanksgiving
It’s late and I can’t sleep. I got up this morning, made the stuffing for the turkey (“Eddy”, he was ultimately named), and then went back to bed, because I was grumpy and hadn’t slept well, and was being a general pain in the ass. So I had a nap in the middle of the … Continue reading thanksgiving
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