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 Apocalypse
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
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
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
Anchorage
In Anchorage, it’s really spring. All the snow is gone, and the air smells like dirt. And the sea, too, although I cannot see it, beyond these dead potted plants and ratty driveway, ground down by winter’s ice-age of weather. I can smell the sea, though, and hear the seagulls. I know it’s close to … Continue reading Anchorage
woodsponies
Today we ate a late lunch of re-heated pinto beans and set out, sleds in tow, to move spruce rounds from the edge of the oil road. There are two sleds, both black plastic, one large, one smaller. One holds five spruce rounds, stacked in a pyramid, tilting and tipping on the packed-snow inclines of … Continue reading woodsponies
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
What Goes Up Must Come Down- An Imaginary Letter to No-One (Disclaimer- this post is fiction)
I was inspired by your compulsive book-ordering on my behalf, and did some compulsive shoplifting on your behalf. I got you this sweater- I like the color, and it’s very soft. I got myself a pin-stripe button-down with narrow bands of the same vivid blue, they’re both from the same cheap store so they might … Continue reading What Goes Up Must Come Down- An Imaginary Letter to No-One (Disclaimer- this post is fiction)
Oprah cried- and, in the end, so did I.
I voted. In Oregon, we vote by mail. I'm not in Oregon, but my old housemates sent me my ballot. Carrot- vote!Ok, ok. Not that I wasn't going to vote. I had actually been planning on it, for the first time in my life. This year, I was going to vote in the presidential election.Today … Continue reading Oprah cried- and, in the end, so did I.
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