Category Archives: Alaska
snow cave
I’m nine years old and our apartment is filled with smoke. Yellow, heavy, cloying smoke, the cumulative exhaust of thousands and thousands of cigarettes. It’s been a long winter- cold, dark, blustery, trees popping in the night-time, bitter stars, snow … Continue reading
Filed under Alaska, My Schizophrenic Mother
Where darkness lives
I woke up this morning thinking about my mother. I invoked her, yesterday, by talking about her, and when I woke up this morning she was there, in the room. Her spirit, her energy. My mother exists. It’s hard to … Continue reading
Filed under Alaska, beauty, important, My Schizophrenic Mother, pain, Privilege, Reality, The Apocalypse
a little something from the summer
friends, readers- digging through my computer, I found a piece I wrote last summer, but never put up on my blog, for some reason. So I’ve archived it in it’s rightful place, last June, and you can read it here.
rain
Last night, in my van, after work, the rain wouldn’t stop falling. Flooding! Endless! Dark and dampening rain! And the rear doors on my van don’t seal properly, it was in an accident, the water drips down on my collection … Continue reading
Filed under Alaska, I love my friends, joy, solitude, Sometimes shit sucks
What it feels like to be stoned
Jack was at a party in the woods, and there was no-one in the whole world that she wanted to talk to. The sky was a bright, billowy grey, and it rested like a solid thing, tiredly glowing, on the … Continue reading
Filed under Alaska, beauty, everything, solitude
Protected: magic
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
secret chicken
I lost my digital camera, I think. It was wrapped in a boy-scout smokey-the-bear hanky, last seen on my van dash, next to the open window, outside the gas station. I left my phone at my new job, on the … Continue reading
The lake
I work in paradise. There are three hundred acres that overlook a long river valley. There are hundreds of weak annuals, a murky pond that spits water from rusted cannons. In the pond are one thousand goldfish. The long river … Continue reading
Filed under Alaska
