From where you’re standing, what does the world look like? From where I’m standing, what does the world look like? We are standing side by side in a crowded room, leaning against the wall maybe, having small talk. At a party. But where are we, really? Where are you and where am I? A brilliant … Continue reading perspective
Reality
Anxiety
Reality doesn’t feel like reality anymore, at least the way you’ve always believed reality would feel- like simple goodness and sometimes dark. Instead, reality feels like television static, like electric stormclouds, like the way the water pulls back before a tsunami. Nothing outside of you is good or bad- there is only inside of you. … Continue reading Anxiety
the enchanted valley and things that do not happen
Hello! You may have read an early draft of this story, about the Duckabush Arson of last year, from a link on a hiking website. This early draft has been posted without my permission, and actually violates my publishing agreement with Amazon, and can get me in a lot of trouble. If you're the one … Continue reading the enchanted valley and things that do not happen
torrential rainfall and the disputed kingdom Protista
It’s been raining torrentially all day- this morning we took the dogs to kelly point park, the superfund site where the metallic Columbia meets the sewage-filled Willamette, and big cold drops began to pelt us as soon as we stepped from the car. We walked along the path through the woods, throwing Emy’s ball before … Continue reading torrential rainfall and the disputed kingdom Protista
The brief wondrous life of Sonny Riccobono
It was march, and Seamus and I had just started dating. The rain clouds, while still black-grey and flinging down torrents of water, were broken, now, in moments, by patches of glorious, syrupy yellow light- the steamy northwest sun, emerging naked from its long, introspective sauna. Seamus and I decided to go to Olympia for … Continue reading The brief wondrous life of Sonny Riccobono
Where darkness lives
I woke up this morning thinking about my mother. I invoked her, yesterday, by talking about her, and when I woke up this morning she was there, in the room. Her spirit, her energy. My mother exists. It’s hard to believe that something still exists when you do not see it with your own eyes. … Continue reading Where darkness lives
light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
My new apartment is two square rooms, a yellow kitchen counter, and the hum of the fridge. It is the click-click of the baseboard heaters and the cold blue light of the stark-white walls. I have not hung artwork yet. I just moved yesterday from a one-room cottage with a woodstove to this land of … Continue reading light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
Look! I wrote something!
My chemistry homework makes an appearance, as does North Dakota. ----------------------------- S A D --------- It has gotten cold here, sometimes sometimes it is not cold, but the air is filled with water like someone is misting us like we are fragile plants that need misting It has gotten sometimes cold but dark dark, dark, … Continue reading Look! I wrote something!
I’m back
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 MISS WRITING
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