Last summer, when I first started this blog, I was working as a cook in the woods. I used my new blog as a way to vent my frustration about work and to rip on my "manager", who then found my blog, which at that time was maybe read by four people, but that's just … Continue reading Blogs about my job last summer that I deleted after my boss found them
teeter-totters, tatertots, Indian in the Cupboard and 3-D W4W
.A friend was reading last night at Powell’s, so Starling McMorning and I met up there, early, to surf the timber shelves and find some wooden book of words that said what we needed it to say, but did not know, yet. I climbed up to the top of a mountain and found a Susan … Continue reading teeter-totters, tatertots, Indian in the Cupboard and 3-D W4W
COME SEE ME READ
.I AM GOING TO READ YOU A STORYIN A BRIGHTLY COLORED T-SHIRTOR A TASTEFULLY CUFFED BUTTON-DOWNLIVE AND IN PERSONat the IPRC, Thursday, January 22nd, where sunlight streams in the windows and there is as much mis-matched cardstock as you can eat (and the cheapest copies in town!)BURN THE DATE INTO YOUR MEMORY.Seven p.m. sharp, followed … Continue reading COME SEE ME READ
Father Time
.Last night, on the Max (light rail), I saw an oracle. It was a man from the past, or from the future, I couldn’t tell which. All I know is that I walked on with my bike, and right away, I couldn’t stand the smell. It was like feet times ten thousand, a cloud of … Continue reading Father Time
A Good Day
..The weather has been wonderful. Everything, everything has been wonderful. I ride my bike, in the afternoon, on the smooth, straight streets, and watch the houses go by me, all the strange different sorts of houses where the people live, houses with chickens and houses with goats and houses with satellite dishes and sectional sofas. … Continue reading A Good Day
My Sleep is Full of Drama
.Two weeks' worth of dreams, and the moon won't hold stillI dreamed I lived in a great, rambling building, which had been abandoned, of course. I didn’t live there so much as stay there, and I slept in the coldest, darkest, moldiest room, which was the worst for sleeping. The building was run by a … Continue reading My Sleep is Full of Drama
Butch Lesbians and Masculine Privilege- A fable with a lesson at the end
Growing up, I was never a tomboy. I liked glittery puffpaint and cheap-smelling lipgloss and would stare for hours into the mirror, coming my hair into the tightest, smoothest ponytail possible. I liked my expensive American Girl doll (Kirsten, of course, the blond one) and I liked all my thrift-store purses and I liked Barbie, … Continue reading Butch Lesbians and Masculine Privilege- A fable with a lesson at the end
Space is closer than you think
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
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
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