Anonymous father let me be your prodigal son I need a bucket for my inspiration an alley milk-crate a paint bucket a vessel I need something to hold it if you are my training wheels, I can’t bicycle without you you are the unexpected warmth of ten hundred suns you are my sudden good fortune … Continue reading Anonymous father
gathering pears in the dark
Oh, what the hell. I’ve been thinking a lot about coming home, about coming back, about returning to things that I love, that revolve around me, the stars in my orbit, mercury in retrograde. Gathering pears in the dark. Squatted on my heels in the grass, the night-crickets in the warm air, the traffic light … Continue reading gathering pears in the dark
fin.
The blog- one year 174,000 words (believe it) 216 posts 1,340 comments Reader! I have squeezed ever single possible ounce of validation, inspiration, motivation, and reassurance out of this blog in the past year, and now it is time to move on. I am tired of publishing things before they are done just for the … Continue reading fin.
The Polaroid Kidd- these photos melt my heart
Hello dear readers- sorry it's been forever since I posted. I've been working a heck of alot, building a thick nest of dollars to insulate me from the rough world, lake swimming, making huevos rancheros on my new two-burner campstove, tossing zucchini ends to the squirrels. The sky is clouded with smoke from forest-fires, the … Continue reading The Polaroid Kidd- these photos melt my heart
sads
Thriller came out the year I was born. There has never been a Planet Earth without a Michael Jackson, for me. Alas, terrestrial air was much to thin for his magical music soul. Special creature, rare being. He left us fantastically, infinitely, eternally good pop music, fell to pieces, and finally ascended.
rain
Last night, in my van, after work, the rain wouldn’t stop falling. Flooding! Endless! Dark and dampening rain! And the rear doors on my van don’t seal properly, it was in an accident, the water drips down on my collection of books- What We Leave Behind, Mrs. Dalloway, Shadows on the Koyukuk. I sat watching … Continue reading rain
For my non-feminist readers
Who watch TV, listen to the radio, and/or like to "joke" about violently assaulting women (like this guy) Eminem, Misogyny, and the Sounds of Silence If you read my blog and enjoy my stories but do not identify as a feminist, you are NOT WELCOME HERE until you have read the above article. Got that? … Continue reading For my non-feminist readers
What it feels like to be stoned
Jack was at a party in the woods, and there was no-one in the whole world that she wanted to talk to. The sky was a bright, billowy grey, and it rested like a solid thing, tiredly glowing, on the needley tops of the spruce trees. Before her was a picnic table and a blackened … Continue reading What it feels like to be stoned
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secret chicken
I lost my digital camera, I think. It was wrapped in a boy-scout smokey-the-bear hanky, last seen on my van dash, next to the open window, outside the gas station. I left my phone at my new job, on the edge of the stainless sink, in the darkened kitchen stuffed with vintage rootbeer flavoring. I … Continue reading secret chicken
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