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
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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
the sun and time
This week is our last week in Idaho. Corinne is at the cave cabin tonight, to think in the fire-warmed dark and have epiphanies about her path in life, while the stars wink on over the salmon river and the goats, once tamed for milk and now gone wild again, bed down in the clumps … Continue reading the sun and time
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
taking you for granted
it is your hands that I worry about the most. They are so quiet, resting there at the ends of your arms. But if you look they are fantastically beautiful- the shape your fingers make, together, is almost perfectly square, and your skin is so light, and covered in so many small brown spots- freckles. … Continue reading taking you for granted
at this late hour
I am awake. Is it because I am a hedonist? Is it because I am in love? Is it because I want to live forever? Is it because I have become addicted, in the last 48 hours, to facebook scrabble? No, my love has gone to bed on her turn, stuffed up with a headcold. … Continue reading at this late hour
the curse
Once upon a time, in this life of some other, at some point, somewhere, I was unlucky enough to have a curse put on me. I don’t know what I did to deserve this curse but then, no-one deserves anything, and life exists within the context of two irreconcilable realities- the wonderful and miraculous and … Continue reading the curse
National Bacon Day in the Republic of Zanahoria
I ate bacon twice today. My body is a beast, and demands the pork fat. C made me breakfast- I was groggy, woke up in a black mood, the morning wind balmy, the clouded sky more bright than usual. The knock of windchimes heralded spring. C had breakfast nearly ready before I even got out … Continue reading National Bacon Day in the Republic of Zanahoria
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