I am awake. Is it because I am a hedonist? Is it because I am in love? Is it because I want to live forever? Is it because I have become addicted, in the last 48 hours, to facebook scrabble? No, my love has gone to bed on her turn, stuffed up with a headcold. … Continue reading at this late hour
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LOVE, HUNGER, FUCKING- zines for purchase
So I’ve been writing a lot about love these past three months, and much of it hasn’t ended up on this blog, because it's just too personal or intense or cheesy for the internet. But now I’ve made a zine from all of it! A real, three-dimensional object, made of wooden paper, that you can … Continue reading LOVE, HUNGER, FUCKING- zines for purchase
Today
I met T-brid at the co-op in southeast. I ate a chocolate-covered pecan from the bulk bins, an energy nug, and an anemic gluten-free cookie that had unpleasant, uncooked millet in it, and which attempted to fly on the strength of its dried cherries alone. We walked to T-brid’s shack. She carried a chainsaw in … Continue reading Today
the curse
Once upon a time, in this life of some other, at some point, somewhere, I was unlucky enough to have a curse put on me. I don’t know what I did to deserve this curse but then, no-one deserves anything, and life exists within the context of two irreconcilable realities- the wonderful and miraculous and … Continue reading the curse
National Bacon Day in the Republic of Zanahoria
I ate bacon twice today. My body is a beast, and demands the pork fat. C made me breakfast- I was groggy, woke up in a black mood, the morning wind balmy, the clouded sky more bright than usual. The knock of windchimes heralded spring. C had breakfast nearly ready before I even got out … Continue reading National Bacon Day in the Republic of Zanahoria
list
I have a list, taped to the wall next to my desk. I suppose I should blog, instead of doing any of the things on my list. Because all of those things represent someway I can climb out of this life I live in, this plane of existence I have grown weary of, that I … Continue reading list
love, weather, home.
I went to the east coast for love. Love is an interesting beast. A moving force, like weather. It carried me east, like a strong river. Time and space are movable in the face of love, place is malleable, futures become weighted with sentimentality. Everyone everywhere is having babies. I don’t want to have a … Continue reading love, weather, home.
someone has done something very nice
This website has made an audio MP3 of one of my stories, Madge & Pansy, which is available in print here. This is part one of the MP3 This is part two of the MP3 I am very grateful for this. It is making me feel like less of a loser right here this moment … Continue reading someone has done something very nice
a middle class christmas diorama and the pot brownies that eventually undid everything
I flew across the country. All of a sudden. Tickets were cheap. Not cheap, but a fathomable amount. Only two months rent, but then, my rent is next to nothing. Symbolic, like the “yard and porch” chore on the chore wheel. And I didn’t buy the tickets, my sugar daddy did. She was sitting on … Continue reading a middle class christmas diorama and the pot brownies that eventually undid everything
the young Annie Dillard
. . Once upon a time when I was on the internet, I found these photos of the young Annie Dillard. I don't remember what site I got them from, or who took them, which is irresponsible, I know, but I saved them to my computer and I look at them alot. Although I have … Continue reading the young Annie Dillard
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