It would make sense, these days, for me to be writing. I am so full of love, filled up with companionship, my larders stocked with beautiful things. Sleep is furiously regular, easy, and alarmingly restful- the dark of my shack, my ten hundred blankets, the long-bodied cellar spiders that leave their dim corners and dance … Continue reading why I can’t focus on anything
Portland
WE WENT TO THE COAST FOR THE EQUINOX, AND IT WAS MAGIC
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i went shopping
P U R C H A S E D: A pair of boat shoes, new-old, brown leather, dark and soft, unintentionally like moccasins, with stiff laces that betray their poor quality, although I suspect that all shoes, good and bad, come from the same place; the place of plastic and glue; and they are scented … Continue reading i went shopping
after eating
After eating I feel fatigued (don’t ask why) and so instead of going to hip-hop dance class I lay in the hammock and try and soak up the beauty as much as I can, I am too tired to read my book about birds’ nests in winter. The sun is warm and damp and angled … Continue reading after eating
not a day
I have so many things to do, in this wet and golden month, warm month, swampy month. Set the course of all eternity! I am, somehow, responsible for all of it. I do not know how these things fall on me. The nostalgic planet! The incredible richness and variety of human friends! It makes me … Continue reading not a day
gathering pears in the dark
Oh, what the hell. I’ve been thinking a lot about coming home, about coming back, about returning to things that I love, that revolve around me, the stars in my orbit, mercury in retrograde. Gathering pears in the dark. Squatted on my heels in the grass, the night-crickets in the warm air, the traffic light … Continue reading gathering pears in the dark
Gosh, shucks!
Holy Moley! My blog got an incredibly nice review in the Feminist Review! I don't know what to say! Their website is wonderful! You should check it out! Feminisim rules, and feminist review of media rules extra hard! There are so many nice words in that review it kind of hurts my brain. The reviewer, … Continue reading Gosh, shucks!
February in review, the dark sucking void, a bit of march
The weather, outside, is clear, oddly, and I try to think of snow. Think of snow. My life is mostly colorless save for dance parties, and I don’t want to write about those. I’m afraid I’ll sound like an idiot, shallow and cheap and incredible and impossibly naïve all at once, unwilling to compromise the … Continue reading February in review, the dark sucking void, a bit of march
Ode to RoHo
Today I rode my bike five thousand miles. And the front derailleur cable broke, just sort of stiffened and snapped, right at the shifter, and so the chain was stuck in the very easiest granny gear (and I ride a steadfast sort of steel-framed touring bike, which has a veritable rolodex of granny gears) and … Continue reading Ode to RoHo
The Grotto
. There’s a big hunk of rock on 82nd and Sandy covered all over with douglas-firs and yellow cedars, right next to highway 205. It’s the Grotto. A chunk of old-growth forest that never got cut down all the way, because the Catholics wanted it. I’m not sure why- before a week ago, I didn’t … Continue reading The Grotto
CARROT QUINN 
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