Dear Reader! Another nice story for you. Fiction. Now without the angry rant. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------The Tree------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Madeline finds the tree on a Wednesday. She is walking. The tree, its trunk massive, its bark like elephant skin, is on Gantenbien and Shaver. The tree is behind a small board fence, and its limbs extend out … Continue reading The Tree
Stories
I WANT
I want to bust you out of the city. I want to steal a car and drive up I-5 as fast as I can go. A nice car, a solid box, a bubble-pod, a car that smells like vinyl, nothing of the forest, a euphoric comfort machine. Stolen. What better thing to steal, than a … Continue reading I WANT
the incense and crystal desert
a little bit of "fiction" for you The desert is filled with rocks. There aren’t any green plants, just the brown earth and the rocks. So at first you think the ground has no color, just the sky, which is blue. And the sun, which is yellow. The yellow sun and the pale blue sky … Continue reading the incense and crystal desert
happily forever
-----------------------a s t o r y-------------------------------- ---------- H A P P I L Y F O R E V E R --------------------------- The lake is ringed in gravel, and sits on the outskirts of town. It smells of soaked leaves and phosphorus, and above it, the sky is empty and blue. I park … Continue reading happily forever
the woods and what I thought about
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
Everything that’s wrong
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
Here’s the mp3, if you missed us telling stories on the internet radio
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Did I ever tell you about the time I hitch-hiked to Alaska and met my father?
.No? Well here, I wrote you this story. (Oh, and don't forget to nominate me for best lesbian personal blog- every day until the 9th. Remember to confirm each vote through yr email, or it doesn't count!) The Elephant and the RockDid you ever just want to go north? There’s a lot up there, you … Continue reading Did I ever tell you about the time I hitch-hiked to Alaska and met my father?
I like this so much I don’t even know what to say
I had need of some sockmonkey illustrations, for Phillip's Story, the fantastical tale of a sockmonkey who meets an oracle in a junk shop (after learning celestial navigation from some chickens) and then sets off on an epic quest to destroy the internet. So I asked my friend Lark, who's an artist, if she would … Continue reading I like this so much I don’t even know what to say
Central Oregon is Made of Light and Magic
This is the very last installment of our regularly scheduled hitch-hiking program. The past has hereby officially caught up with the present tense, in a mild and happy manner, where everything goes alright and Home Is Reached. All entries from here on out will be made up of either the future (which by then will … Continue reading Central Oregon is Made of Light and Magic
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