Category Archives: nostalgia
torrential rainfall and the disputed kingdom Protista
It’s been raining torrentially all day- this morning we took the dogs to kelly point park, the superfund site where the metallic Columbia meets the sewage-filled Willamette, and big cold drops began to pelt us as soon as we stepped … Continue reading
Filed under Travel, The Apocalypse, Reality, Privilege, solitude, joy, nostalgia, love, everything, the sky, gratitude, the wind, the night, the accumulation of passing time, inspiration, heaven and earth inside of us, the land beyond ambition, busy, determined, opportunity, frustrated, important, rain, recklessness, freedom, impulsiveness, obsession, pain, writing about writing, yes, dreams, dystopia, little house in the driveway
The Lake
you have so many freckles and your skin smells like chocolate. Last month it smelled like oregano and coffee, but now you smell like chocolate milk chocolate like milk chocolate dust hot chocolate powder eaten by the spoonful dipped in … Continue reading
Look! I wrote something!
My chemistry homework makes an appearance, as does North Dakota. —————————– S A D ——— It has gotten cold here, sometimes sometimes it is not cold, but the air is filled with water like someone is misting us like we … Continue reading
Filed under a tree!, beauty, determined, freedom, inspiration, love, nostalgia, obsession, opportunity, Privilege, rain, Reality, recklessness, sads, solitude, the cold, the night, the sky, the sun
r o o t s
My father lives on Crataegus lane in Alaska. Crataegus is the latin name for Hawthorne, according to a dusty book I found in the library. There are three types of Hawthorne in the book, which catalogs a section of Pennsylvania … Continue reading
the sun and time
This week is our last week in Idaho. Corinne is at the cave cabin tonight, to think in the fire-warmed dark and have epiphanies about her path in life, while the stars wink on over the salmon river and the … Continue reading
Argiope aurantia vs. the giant who made civilization
I slept well last night. You are not going to believe this, but the weather has been warming and yellow garden spiders the size of my thumbnail have been making the trek through the wall between my shack and the … Continue reading
Filed under argiope aurantia, focus is a form of love, Food, home, inspiration, nostalgia, the night
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
Filed under home, love, nostalgia, the east coast, the wind
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 … Continue reading
Filed under inspiration, nostalgia, Reality, sads, the night
