In the woods, all the time, I think about sex. Sex sex sex. Nothing in the woods is sex. The sticks, the moss, the river, which runs clear again, over the stones. The stones are big and flat and smooth. The water is magic-colored, green-blue. When the sun is out people get in the river, … Continue reading all the time
Living in the woods
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
tuesday and rain and a blog post, after alot of time without them.
Today I cut myself, for the first time. Slicing cucumbers, or red onions, or beets, and the knife slipped and cut my thumb instead, right above the nail. I put a band-aid on and tried to not get it wet, gave up while plunging the spinach in the cold water. Spinach has so much dirt, … Continue reading tuesday and rain and a blog post, after alot of time without them.
"I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck … Continue reading comfort
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
Can we pretend that this is my life?
Today we ate a late lunch of re-heated pinto beans and set out, sleds in tow, to move spruce rounds from the edge of the oil road. There are two sleds, both black plastic, one large, one smaller. One holds five spruce rounds, stacked in a pyramid, tilting and tipping on the packed-snow inclines of … Continue reading woodsponies
Holy books and melting icicles
------------------------------ I had a dream this morning, fast asleep in Little House, with the bright light of day streaming in the cabin window- first I woke up, at 7:34, in time for work, but it was the weekend so I pulled a striped t-shirt over my face and went back to sleep, and then the … Continue reading Holy books and melting icicles
ees good, these life
laundry . . we helped friends build a barn for their pregnant cow . . a friend's woodstove . . dinner . . roadkill moosemeat stew . . my pack . . 8 a.m., twelve below, the frozen river
Blogs about my job last summer that I deleted after my boss found them
Last summer, when I first started this blog, I was working as a cook in the woods. I used my new blog as a way to vent my frustration about work and to rip on my "manager", who then found my blog, which at that time was maybe read by four people, but that's just … Continue reading Blogs about my job last summer that I deleted after my boss found them
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