It’s been raining torrentially all day- this morning we took the dogs to kelly point park, the superfund site where the metallic Columbia meets the sewage-filled Willamette, and big cold drops began to pelt us as soon as we stepped from the car. We walked along the path through the woods, throwing Emy’s ball before … Continue reading torrential rainfall and the disputed kingdom Protista
Summer was cancelled west of the cascade mountains, so we drove east into the desert, to where ponderosa pines stood tall in the yellow sunlight and clear rivers, flat and deep, wound their way through the soft ground. But thunderstorms followed us over the hills, and we camped in a torrential downpour the first night, … Continue reading backpacking
light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
My new apartment is two square rooms, a yellow kitchen counter, and the hum of the fridge. It is the click-click of the baseboard heaters and the cold blue light of the stark-white walls. I have not hung artwork yet. I just moved yesterday from a one-room cottage with a woodstove to this land of … Continue reading light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
water, dreams, cupcakes, the ocean floor
My dreams have been so magnificent lately. Picture this: It is the end of the world. The lowlands are filled with clear water. All you clothing is red. It’s warm, and someone is coming after you. You have to swim. You have to hide. You have to cross narrow trestles that glisten in the moonlight. … Continue reading water, dreams, cupcakes, the ocean floor
Look! I wrote something!
My chemistry homework makes an appearance, as does North Dakota. ----------------------------- S A D --------- It has gotten cold here, sometimes sometimes it is not cold, but the air is filled with water like someone is misting us like we are fragile plants that need misting It has gotten sometimes cold but dark dark, dark, … Continue reading Look! I wrote something!
I want to bust you out of the city. I want to steal a car and drive up I-5 as fast as I can go. A nice car, a solid box, a bubble-pod, a car that smells like vinyl, nothing of the forest, a euphoric comfort machine. Stolen. What better thing to steal, than a … Continue reading I WANT
spring summer everything
spring but it's cold. But we know it's spring because the light is out later, and then there is moonlight, the fullmoon, and it's like the light above the river never leaves, where the trees break, over the water, between the mountains, where the sky lives, the big open part of the world, as if … Continue reading spring summer everything
i never know what to title things anymore
It is so hard to say goodbye to you, these days, even for a few hours- I do the breakfast dishes and then fall into bed and imagine your arms around me, my legs curled against yours- I want to feel your hot breath, but everything in your room is cold- I have you and … Continue reading i never know what to title things anymore
d e e p t h o u g h t s i n b e a u t i f u l i d a h o
Rural Idaho is big, rural idaho is lonely. Being in rural idaho with one other person does not keep the loneliness away- it holds it back, for hours at a time, the way a campfire holds back the dark- but then, walking in the mountains, the feeling returns- and it is not even loneliness, really, … Continue reading d e e p t h o u g h t s i n b e a u t i f u l i d a h o
the most generous person in the world, loggers who blog, and our ragtag bag of orphans
Today is the last day of my antibiotics. This week has been a whirlwind of nausea, weakness, fatigue, and socializing. Tomorrow it is all over, my colon is now a dead zone, and I promise never, ever to swallow lakewater while swimming, ever again. But! This weekend the most generous person in the world had … Continue reading the most generous person in the world, loggers who blog, and our ragtag bag of orphans
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