I am going to try and write what I eat every day for a week for an experiment Today was sunny and cold Corinne was here for breakfast and we ate what we always do- love. We also had eggs with the yolks runny (cause corinne made them and she is good at not breaking … Continue reading Experiment
I’m reading at the Waypost in Portland tomorrow!
Come see me read! Saturday September 18th, 7 pm at the Waypost, 3120 N Williams Avenue, Portland OR. I'll be reading as part of Ann Marie O'Malley's zine release. There will be live music as well. And then on Sunday, Eileen Myles is reading at the Waypost. So go to that too!
I WANT TO BUST YOU OUT OF THE CITY
look what I made from one of my stories. For your viewing pleasure. Original text here. I WANT TO BUST YOU OUT OF THE CITY
I’m back
It is so strange to be back in the city. It is raining, I cannot ride my bicycle. The air is cold and grey- there is fruit out there, ripening, figs and blackberries, but I do not know how to find them. Last September it was not like this- last September there was long yellow … Continue reading I’m back
r o o t s
My father lives on Crataegus lane in Alaska. Crataegus is the latin name for Hawthorne, according to a dusty book I found in the library. There are three types of Hawthorne in the book, which catalogs a section of Pennsylvania representative of “all of the trees from Virginia northward into Canada and westward to the … Continue reading r o o t s
OH MY GOD. I’M SORRY ABOUT THE ADVERTISEMENTS.
That you may have seen at the bottom of the posts, before the comments. I DID NOT PUT THEM THERE. It is something that wordpress has started to do, without any warning, and I only found them by chance. AND THEY ARE NOT EVEN SIMPLE TEXT AD-SENSE ADS. THEY ARE FULL COLOR, SCROLLING, FACE-RAKING VIDEO … Continue reading OH MY GOD. I’M SORRY ABOUT THE ADVERTISEMENTS.
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
all the time
In the woods, all the time, I think about sex. Sex sex sex. Nothing in the woods is sex. The sticks, the moss, the river, which runs clear again, over the stones. The stones are big and flat and smooth. The water is magic-colored, green-blue. When the sun is out people get in the river, … Continue reading all the time
if you do not remember the password to my protected posts!
if you have a gmail account, you can go to it and search for "carrot password" or something like that, and it will bring up the email I sent you long ago, when you requested the password! If you have never requested the password or if you cannot find it, just comment on the link … Continue reading if you do not remember the password to my protected posts!
dispatches from the land of head-cold
Today I feel sad, and I have Too Much Time. Too much time to miss you, to feel out of sorts, to feel alone, to resent people who are different than me. Too much time to think. And I feel ill, just a little. People are sick and I don’t usually get sick, but then … Continue reading dispatches from the land of head-cold
CARROT QUINN 
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