That’s what one of the headlines on my homepage said when I opened my computer and turned it on. I didn’t read the article, I don’t want to know what it says. I just like that statement. I believe it to be true. It’s IS closer than you think. All of it.I’ve been thinking about … Continue reading Space is closer than you think
The suitcase was baby blue and shimmered, like a doll suitcase. It sat open at the curb, rain falling on its collapsible hangers and smart cloth pockets.“An old suitcase!” I said, checking the latches to see if they worked. “I’ve always wanted an old suitcase!” I picked it up. It swung neatly in my hand. … Continue reading The Suitcase
Settling cards and the space between here and there
Toby and I arrived back in Portland around the same time, jobless and house-less and full of cautious hope. Rents had gone up since we were young punks living in unfinished basement rooms in southeast, and the crusty punks who lived on scams had all scattered or Grown Up. We knew this. Gentrification was upon … Continue reading Settling cards and the space between here and there
One week in March I kept a journal
It's spring, in the year 2008. I am in Portland, going to herb school, looking for a job. Try and imagine it. ------- SATURDAY I learned about the energetics of the heart, in herb school, from Scott, the wooest of all our teachers. He talked about our hearts’ electromagnetic fields, which can, in a scientific … Continue reading One week in March I kept a journal
I haven’t been writing
For the last few days. Everything’s so up in the air- (what a wonderful figure of speech, “up in the air”) I feel like I can’t write about any of it, because it’s not real, yet. It’s “in the air”. But falling fast, coming to rest like the weather does, sometimes, in the wee hours … Continue reading I haven’t been writing
where do the days go?
For two weeks the city was paved in packed snow and peopled with cross-country skiers and cookie-sheet sledders, everyone else was trapped inside. The busses went nowhere, slowly, the insides hardly warm and bleakly lit. I opted for walking, setting out each day at the break of noon on my good two feet, with a … Continue reading where do the days go?
Friend interview: Toby
What did you eat today?-I ate Joe’s salmon bacon chowder which Ali replicated. That’s what I had for breakfast. I also had two teas- one a mysterious floral berry tea, the other one a clump of five teabags I had sitting around, already used. I put them all in a mug and made another tea. … Continue reading Friend interview: Toby
my friends are beautiful
A cocktail party. How is it that I get to be friends with the hottest queers on earth?
More Pictures of Portland in the Snow
Pearl needed walkingSnow ducks!But who will tow the towtruck?
Since I’ve Been Back In Portland (these things have happened)
My friends' houses are beautifulThe snow begins. I finally get to wear the old (coyote?) fur hat I found at goodwill in the height of summerIt keeps snowing. Snowpocalypse/cabin fever 2008.The people of Portland discover physics, cookie sheets, go sledding