Dear reader, did you know that I can reverse-spy on you? I have a statcounter and sometimes I look at it, and it tells me what city you’re in, and that makes my head spin, because you’re from so many different places, places I have never been- little towns in the desert and along both … Continue reading are you out there?
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we’re off to a good start
We’ve got this breaking dawn over the warm clear waters, we’ve got this ocean-going vessel made of solid wood. I’d been building it for years the way a snail builds a shell from calcium from his own body, and you brought the sails. We’ve got our larders stocked with dozens of nights, the rhythm of … Continue reading we’re off to a good start
The fastest six days that ever did pass
I looked at this thing and saw that I hadn’t posted in six days. That never used to happen. I don’t know how fast time passes right now, I don’t have any way to measure these things, but I know that it passes swiftly and cleanly, like a little bird diving through the air, and … Continue reading The fastest six days that ever did pass
I am glad that I am not as smart as David Foster Wallace
and I mean that in all seriousness. One needs to be a little blunted, I believe, to find contentment in this three-legged mortal's life. Watching this video makes me sad, and inspired, and nostalgic for something that I didn't even realize was happening. (Thanks AM for the video) Charlie Rose- An interview with David Foster … Continue reading I am glad that I am not as smart as David Foster Wallace
eight years and for what
The hard drive in my brain is working too hard today. Trying to process all of life’s possibilities now that all of these doors have opened and I’ve finally admitted to myself that I can actually go to college if I want to. Thinking if I start now, today, if I start this one step … Continue reading eight years and for what
Dispatches from the night-time
It’s so late, and yet here I am. It’s cold in Portland, cold, cold, cold. Not Alaska cold, but cold for here, and clear, and all the stars are stuck frozen like glass slivers in the dim lid of the sky, the night sky that’s all milky and faded from light pollution and the particulates … Continue reading Dispatches from the night-time
everything
I sleep with the windows open and it’s cold now, as wintry as Portland will get. In the mornings I come up as if from the bottom of a deep hot pit and the cold air bites the tip of my nose where it sticks out from my ten hundred blankets and my sleeping bag, … Continue reading everything
challenging the ocean to a fistfight
I am applying for a fantsy-pants two year writing fellowship, the likes of which I have never applied for, and which over a thousand people apply to each year, and this is what it feels like- it feels like buying sixty dollars worth of scratch tickets, and scratching them while standing naked in front of … Continue reading challenging the ocean to a fistfight
t-bird’s shack
If there's one thing I like to take pictures of, it's the gently-lit shacks that some of my friends get to live in. Here is t-bird's. We met today in the afternoon. T-bird bought me a tamale and a tiny persimmon in the bustle of the farmer's market and then we went to her shack … Continue reading t-bird’s shack
Your eyes are like the ocean
Do they make their own light? I think they are like the sunset, backlit. I look at them and I can see tomorrow, somehow, I can see everything that could ever be. I look at them and somewhere, a man guides a skiff up a river, the wind blows, leaves scatter. It’s quiet, and restless, … Continue reading Your eyes are like the ocean
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