Category Archives: Privilege
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
thanksgiving
It’s late and I can’t sleep. I got up this morning, made the stuffing for the turkey (“Eddy”, he was ultimately named), and then went back to bed, because I was grumpy and hadn’t slept well, and was being a … Continue reading
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
light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
My new apartment is two square rooms, a yellow kitchen counter, and the hum of the fridge. It is the click-click of the baseboard heaters and the cold blue light of the stark-white walls. I have not hung artwork yet. … Continue reading
Filed under determined, fail, focus is a form of love, freedom, frustrated, Insomnia, inspiration, love, Mental health, opportunity, Privilege, rain, Reality, sads, solitude, Sometimes shit sucks, the cold, the night
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
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
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
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 … Continue reading
Filed under beauty, everything, Food, I love my friends, joy, love, Privilege, Reality, Sometimes shit sucks, the cold
to my anonymous donor, who I just googled
I wonder if you know, anonymous donor, what it means to me, to write these words, here in Portland, where rain lashes ceaselessly from the heavens (but I don’t mind) and then infinity splits and for a moment the yellow … Continue reading
