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
dream
dystopia, dark skies, lightning and chemical clouds, always dark, I’m staying with SG in a sprawling metropolis- I go to visit Mykhiel, who lives in the bottom half of a tiny, peaked house with dark, papered-over windows- the bottom half and basement, on the inside, are a chaotic, teeming labyrinth of strange, industrial apartments winding … Continue reading dream
thanksgiving
It’s late and I can’t sleep. I got up this morning, made the stuffing for the turkey (“Eddy”, he was ultimately named), and then went back to bed, because I was grumpy and hadn’t slept well, and was being a general pain in the ass. So I had a nap in the middle of the … Continue reading thanksgiving
Chloroplast envy
Today the weather is clear, but cold, and I alternate between letting the cold clear air fill my apartment until it is frigid and shutting the doors to crank the small wall heater until it is intolerable, and I feel as though my lungs are drying up, and I cannot breathe. The dog looks out … Continue reading Chloroplast envy
Rat Poison: Not For Dogs
It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged here, and lately I’ve been thinking about doing other things, like either writing and pretending I’ll post on my blog but then not actually posting, or starting another, actually anonymous blog, where I can be embarrassingly overly-personal without falling into the labyrinthine hall of mirrors which is … Continue reading Rat Poison: Not For Dogs
Haikus while I wait in line at the vancouver dmv
Clark county felons And people who raise children Which bathroom to use Air conditioning Cheetos, shouting, diet coke My number is called Next to me, a man Wears a monogrammed track suit He has no title A small blonde woman Looks red beneath the white lights Wears so many rings Your saint-like patience My tithe … Continue reading Haikus while I wait in line at the vancouver dmv
Sometimes I think that to stay open is the hardest thing.
Sometimes I think that I can’t stand the messiness of being human- the insincerity, the insecurity, the never-arriving, the always-changing. Sometimes I think I want a love that has no fear in it, something impossibly neat, something tidy and flawless. This is my great failing, the belief that a thing can be tidy and flawless. … Continue reading Sometimes I think that to stay open is the hardest thing.
backpacking
Summer was cancelled west of the cascade mountains, so we drove east into the desert, to where ponderosa pines stood tall in the yellow sunlight and clear rivers, flat and deep, wound their way through the soft ground. But thunderstorms followed us over the hills, and we camped in a torrential downpour the first night, … Continue reading backpacking
if there is somewhere to go besides this, then I hope that I never arrive
“I am certain of nothing but the heart’s affections and the truth of the imagination.” -Keats I wanted to write you a letter, but the typewriter was too loud and the ribbon was faded, although I like the font very much, the way it’s italic, and wonder at a generation whose typewriters wrote only in … Continue reading if there is somewhere to go besides this, then I hope that I never arrive
It doesn’t ever stop raining
Ever. It’s always been raining, and it will always rain. The ocean is broader and deeper than the depths of my imagination, and each day small bits of it rise up, roil through the air, and pound the edges of the continent. We are an extension of the ocean, we are the inner edges of … Continue reading It doesn’t ever stop raining
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