Note: some of yall got an email saying this is a new post- sorry about that! This is actually an old post from 2008. I was doing some housekeeping in my archives and clicked something wrong? Anyway this post is really old. I roll into town and walk the windy road to your shack. The … Continue reading As if I’ve walked here
Stories
Turducken
Friends- I have for you another rhyming, fantastical tale, written several years ago in the fall, back in the murky era before this blog- a sort of land before time, made up of dog-eared warm xeroxed pages and a large funnel that went straight from my wallet-pocket into the copy machines at kinko's. An old … Continue reading Turducken
From The Vaults
A rhyming story about decomposition------------------------------------------Cup-Tin and the Old Woman------------------------------------------One day in the spring, when all things were growingour young friend, Cup-tin, in the forest was roamingshe whistled a tune as she walked through the moss,not caring at all that she had become lostAt length the trees opened and gave way to grassShe was thinking of … Continue reading From The Vaults
Phillip’s Story
Philip Sockman the sockmonkey needed some Hawthorne flowers for her rucksack. The Hawthorne trees in the city weren’t yet flowering, so Philip went to the Herb Shoppe to get dried Hawthorne flowers from a big glass jar, a whole rucksack full. She had a stack of quarters in his rucksack that was the width of … Continue reading Phillip’s Story
5 Speed DIES
.(Real picture of hideaway lake. Not taken by me. Found on google image, stolen from some nice person's flickr account.)Petunia’s as old as I am. I push my finger into the broken speaker on her foam dash. It’s funny, I say, that plastic won’t decompose, but it will break down into smaller pieces. Petunia’s dash … Continue reading 5 Speed DIES
Not Crazy
My mom is schizophrenic. This is a fact that usually comes up in conversation with new crushes, on about the second or third date. It’s not that I go out of my way to tell people, it just naturally comes up. Right about the time you realize the person you’re getting to know didn’t just … Continue reading Not Crazy
The Ultimate Bitch
So in a little over a week, I’m riding a freight train to New York City. I’m going to visit my friend Lark. New York is her new home, and I have never once visited her there. I’m sort of excited but also sort of apprehensive, because I do not love cities and because Portland … Continue reading The Ultimate Bitch
Sleeping Dogs
-My grandparents adopted me when I was fourteen, after my mother was too crazy to keep an apartment anymore. She gave up her parental rights and I flew to Colorado, it was the last part of my freshman year of high school.I never knew my dad. My parents were divorced when I was three years … Continue reading Sleeping Dogs
A Weekend In The Woods, And What I Thought About
It smells like fall. Already. I sort of knew this would happen. Shannon and I went to the woods, to see Sarah Monious- but Sarah Monious had gone on an expedition, and the whole village was silent. So we stayed in her dark cedar cabin, and cooked meals on her old gas stove. There was … Continue reading A Weekend In The Woods, And What I Thought About
The Gut-Bone’s Connected to the Mood-Bone
I haven’t seen Jade in a long time. He’s cut all his hair off. It’s short now and parted severely, flattened with beeswax and curled a bit on his forehead. It looks amazing, like a femme-y 1920s gay man on a date. I immediately want the same hair. As the day wears on, I just … Continue reading The Gut-Bone’s Connected to the Mood-Bone
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