Category Archives: Portland
I’m back
It is so strange to be back in the city. It is raining, I cannot ride my bicycle. The air is cold and grey- there is fruit out there, ripening, figs and blackberries, but I do not know how to … Continue reading
Filed under opportunity, Portland, Privilege, rain, Reality, the accumulation of passing time, the wind
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
Filed under everything, I love my friends, joy, nostalgia, Portland, the cold, the night
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 … Continue reading
Filed under beauty, I love my friends, Pictures, Portland
the parchment-like partitions of the pods of honesty
. Dear internet- it’s been a minute. It rained today, internet. It hailed actually. I know they don’t have hail where you’re from, internet. Well I’ll tell you what it was like. It was like the sky fell down, but … Continue reading
Filed under everything, I love my friends, joy, love, Portland, Privilege, Reality
For Pearl, who is leaving to go east
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Jasper
My good friend Jasper was in town. Jasper, I have decided, was put on this earth to be my personal fashion model. We did a photo shoot. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . … Continue reading
Filed under gender, I love my friends, Pictures, Portland
