(this first part written by Nicole)I discovered that you can shave much time off the drive to J. Flats if only you disobey the posted speed limit. Instead of arriving in two hours, i think i can make it in an hour and a half, an hour forty five.When you pull onto the street that … Continue reading A Cake Made Of Plaster
Living in the woods
for Peter
There's a cabin in the woods on forest service landYou might miss it because it's made out of woodIt belongs to a man who works at an office furniture warehouse in SE Portlandthere are five skilletsand cedar boughs on the mattressI think he hurt his knee this yearI find some peanut butter in the cabinetand … Continue reading for Peter
What Are You Afraid Of?
It’s dark and hot. Well, not quite dark yet. And not that hot, here by the river. It’s hot in Portland, I think. I’m glad I’m not there.I want to talk about the things I’m afraid of. What are you afraid of? These are the things I’m afraid of--mental illness (my mom is schizophrenic)-mental illness-mental … Continue reading What Are You Afraid Of?
A Visitor
I had a visitor this weekend. It was 24 hours in heaven. 24 and an extra 10 that we squeezed in by holding hands while we slept.I hiked out to meet her on Friday night, a warm dusk falling over the forest as I walked the road to the parking lot. Three miles of trees … Continue reading A Visitor
I Had This Really Cool Dream This Morning,
right before I woke up. I was in Manhattan with Lark and Sam, and it was dusk, and we were cruising down these wide empty streets. And the best part is that we were on rollerskates. And I could feel the wind in my face, and I could see the wind in Sam’s big red … Continue reading I Had This Really Cool Dream This Morning,
Surfing the Blood Sugar Sea
I got up at 5:50 today when it was still a little dark. I'm staying in the bunkhouse, which in this case is literally a house full of bunkbeds- a big, cold cabin with heavy walls and dark, cold corners, a body-sized woodstove in front and air that smells of creosote and composting toilet. It's … Continue reading Surfing the Blood Sugar Sea
CARROT QUINN 