It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged here, and lately I’ve been thinking about doing other things, like either writing and pretending I’ll post on my blog but then not actually posting, or starting another, actually anonymous blog, where I can be embarrassingly overly-personal without falling into the labyrinthine hall of mirrors which is … Continue reading Rat Poison: Not For Dogs
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Haikus while I wait in line at the vancouver dmv
Clark county felons And people who raise children Which bathroom to use Air conditioning Cheetos, shouting, diet coke My number is called Next to me, a man Wears a monogrammed track suit He has no title A small blonde woman Looks red beneath the white lights Wears so many rings Your saint-like patience My tithe … Continue reading Haikus while I wait in line at the vancouver dmv
Sometimes I think that to stay open is the hardest thing.
Sometimes I think that I can’t stand the messiness of being human- the insincerity, the insecurity, the never-arriving, the always-changing. Sometimes I think I want a love that has no fear in it, something impossibly neat, something tidy and flawless. This is my great failing, the belief that a thing can be tidy and flawless. … Continue reading Sometimes I think that to stay open is the hardest thing.
backpacking
Summer was cancelled west of the cascade mountains, so we drove east into the desert, to where ponderosa pines stood tall in the yellow sunlight and clear rivers, flat and deep, wound their way through the soft ground. But thunderstorms followed us over the hills, and we camped in a torrential downpour the first night, … Continue reading backpacking
if there is somewhere to go besides this, then I hope that I never arrive
“I am certain of nothing but the heart’s affections and the truth of the imagination.” -Keats I wanted to write you a letter, but the typewriter was too loud and the ribbon was faded, although I like the font very much, the way it’s italic, and wonder at a generation whose typewriters wrote only in … Continue reading if there is somewhere to go besides this, then I hope that I never arrive
It doesn’t ever stop raining
Ever. It’s always been raining, and it will always rain. The ocean is broader and deeper than the depths of my imagination, and each day small bits of it rise up, roil through the air, and pound the edges of the continent. We are an extension of the ocean, we are the inner edges of … Continue reading It doesn’t ever stop raining
s u n d a y
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
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