It is so strange to be back in the city. It is raining, I cannot ride my bicycle. The air is cold and grey- there is fruit out there, ripening, figs and blackberries, but I do not know how to find them. Last September it was not like this- last September there was long yellow … Continue reading I’m back
I met T-brid at the co-op in southeast. I ate a chocolate-covered pecan from the bulk bins, an energy nug, and an anemic gluten-free cookie that had unpleasant, uncooked millet in it, and which attempted to fly on the strength of its dried cherries alone. We walked to T-brid’s shack. She carried a chainsaw in … Continue reading Today
The hard drive in my brain is working too hard today. Trying to process all of life’s possibilities now that all of these doors have opened and I’ve finally admitted to myself that I can actually go to college if I want to. Thinking if I start now, today, if I start this one step … Continue reading eight years and for what
It’s so late, and yet here I am. It’s cold in Portland, cold, cold, cold. Not Alaska cold, but cold for here, and clear, and all the stars are stuck frozen like glass slivers in the dim lid of the sky, the night sky that’s all milky and faded from light pollution and the particulates … Continue reading Dispatches from the night-time
If there's one thing I like to take pictures of, it's the gently-lit shacks that some of my friends get to live in. Here is t-bird's. We met today in the afternoon. T-bird bought me a tamale and a tiny persimmon in the bustle of the farmer's market and then we went to her shack … Continue reading t-bird’s shack
I got a craigslist ride down I-5 and from there I hitched on a road that ran wide, narrow, wet, and then dry past a couple little towns and through some bottle-brush doug-firs to get to Paula, who’s living in the woods. The people who picked me up hitch-hiking were number one, a retired plumber … Continue reading the woods and what I thought about
. 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
This morning I straddle my bike and ride to Sellwood, eleven miles with the wind at my face. My naturopath meets me at the door with a hot cup of nettle tea, invites me into her stucco kitchen, toys strewn across the floor. You see, my child has been playing. Then we sit at her … Continue reading Everything that’s wrong
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My good friend Jasper was in town. Jasper, I have decided, was put on this earth to be my personal fashion model. We did a photo shoot. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .