I went to the east coast for love. Love is an interesting beast. A moving force, like weather. It carried me east, like a strong river. Time and space are movable in the face of love, place is malleable, futures become weighted with sentimentality. Everyone everywhere is having babies. I don’t want to have a … Continue reading love, weather, home.
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are you out there?
Dear reader, did you know that I can reverse-spy on you? I have a statcounter and sometimes I look at it, and it tells me what city you’re in, and that makes my head spin, because you’re from so many different places, places I have never been- little towns in the desert and along both … Continue reading are you out there?
we’re off to a good start
We’ve got this breaking dawn over the warm clear waters, we’ve got this ocean-going vessel made of solid wood. I’d been building it for years the way a snail builds a shell from calcium from his own body, and you brought the sails. We’ve got our larders stocked with dozens of nights, the rhythm of … Continue reading we’re off to a good start
The fastest six days that ever did pass
I looked at this thing and saw that I hadn’t posted in six days. That never used to happen. I don’t know how fast time passes right now, I don’t have any way to measure these things, but I know that it passes swiftly and cleanly, like a little bird diving through the air, and … Continue reading The fastest six days that ever did pass
everything
I sleep with the windows open and it’s cold now, as wintry as Portland will get. In the mornings I come up as if from the bottom of a deep hot pit and the cold air bites the tip of my nose where it sticks out from my ten hundred blankets and my sleeping bag, … Continue reading everything
Your eyes are like the ocean
Do they make their own light? I think they are like the sunset, backlit. I look at them and I can see tomorrow, somehow, I can see everything that could ever be. I look at them and somewhere, a man guides a skiff up a river, the wind blows, leaves scatter. It’s quiet, and restless, … Continue reading Your eyes are like the ocean
to my anonymous donor, who I just googled
I wonder if you know, anonymous donor, what it means to me, to write these words, here in Portland, where rain lashes ceaselessly from the heavens (but I don’t mind) and then infinity splits and for a moment the yellow milk of the sun pours down, before the clouds close again and everything is the … Continue reading to my anonymous donor, who I just googled
the parchment-like partitions of the pods of honesty
. Dear internet- it’s been a minute. It rained today, internet. It hailed actually. I know they don’t have hail where you’re from, internet. Well I’ll tell you what it was like. It was like the sky fell down, but the sky was made of water, and then afterwards nothing was different at all, because … Continue reading the parchment-like partitions of the pods of honesty
For Pearl, who is leaving to go east
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What is it
What is it, to know the value of a thing? What is it, to crush a bit of western redcedar in your hand and smell everything you’ve been missing, and everything you’ve ever wanted, besides? One full moon, one unbroken block of time? A week without anxiety? Your guts like a grandfather clock, time immemorial, … Continue reading What is it
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