Hooray! The amazing and talented Katey Sleeveless, song-writer and radio-show producer extraordinaire, has produced a series of radio shows on the topic of hitch-hiking, and I am in them! The first episode is finished, and you can listen to it here. Katey interviewed me on the phone one day after I'd eaten a bunch of … Continue reading another radio show!
carrot quinn
because I like taking pictures of the sun
cook inlet from Anchorage, a sky-whale . . Eklutna lake . . . . . . . . Interior Alaska 2 a.m. sunset/sunrise combo . . . .I don't know which one I like better . .
Fairbanks
I live in a van, in a weedy lot, for now, a sort of junkyard where willows grow from the engines of old cars. I’ve pulled one of the seats from my van and set it up on a wooden flatbed trailer that catches the light. It’s my recliner, the place where I sit in … Continue reading Fairbanks
the nigerian prince
Today I am a nigerian prince in his off-time, inspired by franciska to give up all of his inheritance for the sake of poems, and I will give you details instead of sentences. 1. The morning is cold and I am wearing a gingham shirt that I don’t really like but it hides my tattoos … Continue reading the nigerian prince
When I am in nature and away from my friends I want to collect pictures of my friends the way I collect leaves in the city and line them up on my windowsill so I can remember who it is I am forgetting to write to.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . One photo stolen from Shiz, one photo stolen from Naman.
infinity worth of jars and a long weekend’s worth of time
It rained today, a thunderstorm that split the sky. The sky is taller here, way up there and far a way, a sort of theater, too far away to do much harm. Not low and tight like the sky in Portland, tied to the tops of buildings and weighted down with stones. I finished cutting … Continue reading infinity worth of jars and a long weekend’s worth of time
more.
Feeling inspired. Ate some coffee icecream, the sun is out endlessly. I've been going on these long hikes every day, just walking on the looping four-wheeler tracks that go through the wilderness, finding bleached moose bones and bits of eaten un-shy hares and impossibly lavender pasque flowers... the birch leaves have gone, in a matter … Continue reading more.
land of the midnite ice-cream binge
. . Debbie and I are making pemmican, which first requires making caribou jerky. So today I thawed some meat from a roadkill caribou I found in the road a while ago and cut it into thin slices and put it in this awesome dehydrator that Debbie found at a yardsale that someone made themselves, … Continue reading land of the midnite ice-cream binge
telephone
I talked to my friend JJ on the telephone today, I broke my long abstinence from the telephone and what came rushing in was the voice of a real live human friend, from far away, not through the e-mail or the g-mail “chat”, but a real tempered human voice for laughing and having things in … Continue reading telephone
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