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
personal writing and the internet
Once upon a time, the only people who wrote about their lives and called it “memoir” were celebrities and US presidents. Other writers, when writing about their own lives and experiences, called it “fiction”. A person who wanted to write a memoir about themselves, and wasn’t already famous, was considered a narcissist and a fool. … Continue reading personal writing and the internet
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