I bought an ipod shuffle used off the internet. It came in a folded manila envelope, and when I opened the envelope I found that the ipod had been wrapped carefully in the style section of the New York Times. The crossword puzzle had been completed save for a few clues, and the letters were … Continue reading shuffle
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black friday
Today there is no hurrying. The rain falls slowly but relentlessly, the day a washed out riverbank between nighttimes. I’ve got Icelandic chocolate and two warm Chihuahuas, and we’ve got a space heater that might, at any moment, burst into flames. Also almonds, spinning on the dehydrator, and the whine of the cheap cellphone charger … Continue reading black friday
Guess what I’m going to through-hike the pacific crest trail in 2013
I am going to walk all the way from Mexico to Canada. 2,663 miles. It turns out that lots of people do it each year. This year a woman and her 9 year old daughter completed the PCT, along with a young man with terminal cancer (he was forced off the trail once for a … Continue reading Guess what I’m going to through-hike the pacific crest trail in 2013
brightness, darkness, lightness, happiness
There’s nothing left to do in my day, the space heater is on and the yellow lamps are burning and my dogs need nothing from me. Outside it’s dusk, the bright fall day turned indistinct and then twilight blue, the damp cold air embracing everything. I ate parsnips and beef cooked in bacon grease and … Continue reading brightness, darkness, lightness, happiness
chocolate covered bacon and the meaning of the wintertime
The dry season ended, all of a sudden, and the sky became dark and wet and the air turned cold and all the leaves fell. At first I was taken aback by all of this, because I hadn’t wanted it to happen. I was feeling like a victim of the seasons, like one of those … Continue reading chocolate covered bacon and the meaning of the wintertime
Anxiety
Reality doesn’t feel like reality anymore, at least the way you’ve always believed reality would feel- like simple goodness and sometimes dark. Instead, reality feels like television static, like electric stormclouds, like the way the water pulls back before a tsunami. Nothing outside of you is good or bad- there is only inside of you. … Continue reading Anxiety
We are Both Neal Cassady
I can’t sleep because I drank a giant mason jar of iced tea in a restaurant while my friends ate sandwiches of bacon and eggs in huge biscuits all covered in gravy. The iced tea tasted like high school, like my youth, like working at applebees and hot desert sunshine and now I’m awake, at … Continue reading We are Both Neal Cassady
I’m doing a reading on Friday, if you’re in the Portland area
My friend SFG is hosting a reading to celebrate the release of a fantastic publication she's curated, called Qs. It's got stuff in it from a bunch of queer writers and artists, including yours truly. The reading is on Friday, August 17th at 7pm, at Publication Studio, 717 SW Ankeny Street, Portland. I'll be reading … Continue reading I’m doing a reading on Friday, if you’re in the Portland area
the enchanted valley and things that do not happen
Hello! You may have read an early draft of this story, about the Duckabush Arson of last year, from a link on a hiking website. This early draft has been posted without my permission, and actually violates my publishing agreement with Amazon, and can get me in a lot of trouble. If you're the one … Continue reading the enchanted valley and things that do not happen
mirrors, rope swings, golden yellow light.
I don’t write in summer, and I don’t know why I don’t write- it’s not like I’m doing anything better. I look at facebook in my idle moments and that makes me feel awful, and I remember how I don’t like facebook, and how I’d mostly let it go but then I got sucked in … Continue reading mirrors, rope swings, golden yellow light.
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