Overcast, warm unless the air is moving, reading Anne Carson, I went running in the forest, in my old running shoes, that need replacing, on the narrow dirt path, squishy with mud. Finn and I, and the small dogs, like squirrels, out of place, which would wink out of existence, immediately, if western civilization were … Continue reading s u n d a y
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In Seattle there are lakes, and the sun shines golden-green and you and the pit bull are swimming, side by side, in the water. Swimming with small waves and a cone of frozen yogurt, while the sun shines down, apologetic and warm, like an abusive lover. Really, we decided, while walking in the rain, the … Continue reading p m s
good things to read! and I am doing a reading!
Friends! Strangers! Steadfast readers who are my source of continued inspiration! I am doing a reading on Friday, May 13th, at the Waypost in Portland, OR, at 7pm. I am reading with AM O'Malley and several other very talented individuals! And I'll be reading a piece from the book I'm writing! WHICH IS TERRIFYING! No … Continue reading good things to read! and I am doing a reading!
today feels sort of dark
It is raining- after two days of the clearest warm skies (with nothing in them! as if nothing ever WAS in them!) this feels like tragedy- like the heaviest bag of sand. Or maybe I just spent too much time on the internet today- my neighbor’s wifi, was, for once, accessible (the signal is stronger … Continue reading today feels sort of dark
so. fucking. beautiful.
I hadn't read Davka's blog in so long. I had forgotten. "The horses and their riders want love. The lizards want to eat. The snakes want sun. The hawks want to see. I am all of these." Read it.
HOW TO DECORATE WHITE WALLS
The walls of my apartment are bare. They are stark. They are white. Not cream but blue-white, bright white, cold white, a sea of white-out. If I put a piece of art on one of the walls, a nice drawing of a fox, maybe, or a bandicoot in a wooden frame, the art is swallowed … Continue reading HOW TO DECORATE WHITE WALLS
s p r i n g t i m e
Cherry blossoms are beautiful, my heart is ripped wide open. Everything goes back to beginnings, like a feedback loop of nostalgia, as if the middle never happened, the day-to-day, the text messages and the humming of electrical appliances. No, it was all explosions of flowers and sleepless, ecstatic mornings, time stopping and then slipping away, … Continue reading s p r i n g t i m e
my life right now
Restless sleep. Ambiguous mornings. Daylight that does not differentiate- wet and gray, so gray I have forgotten any other color. Occasional sunclouds, the storms churned into piles of whipped-cream and floating in golden caramel. The heavens can be rainbows, pink and blue, molten gold? Surely not. My dog takes three cold showers a day (that … Continue reading my life right now
my chihuahua is infinitely beautiful
She is peanut-shaped and her fur is like a field of wheat that has been shined by the rain and combed into place by the wind and then warmed by the sun she is a hillside a landscape an Andrew Wyeth painting she is North Dakota since the people have fled to the cities and … Continue reading my chihuahua is infinitely beautiful
no hope
“Without hope, there is no fear.” -Buddhist saying “When hope dies, action begins." -Derrick Jensen I’ve been trying to apply these concepts to my own writing. Writing is easy, writing is fun. Writing a novel is like digging through a wet cement wall with just my fingernails. The difference, for me, between writing “just for … Continue reading no hope
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