Category Archives: The Apocalypse
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
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
i went shopping
P U R C H A S E D: A pair of boat shoes, new-old, brown leather, dark and soft, unintentionally like moccasins, with stiff laces that betray their poor quality, although I suspect that all shoes, good and bad, … Continue reading
Filed under everything, Portland, The Apocalypse
after eating
After eating I feel fatigued (don’t ask why) and so instead of going to hip-hop dance class I lay in the hammock and try and soak up the beauty as much as I can, I am too tired to read … Continue reading
Filed under everything, I love my friends, love, nostalgia, Portland, Reality, sads, The Apocalypse
Anchorage
In Anchorage, it’s really spring. All the snow is gone, and the air smells like dirt. And the sea, too, although I cannot see it, beyond these dead potted plants and ratty driveway, ground down by winter’s ice-age of weather. … Continue reading
Filed under Alaska, Environmental Toxins, Reality, Sometimes shit sucks, The Apocalypse
woodsponies
Today we ate a late lunch of re-heated pinto beans and set out, sleds in tow, to move spruce rounds from the edge of the oil road. There are two sleds, both black plastic, one large, one smaller. One holds … Continue reading
February in review, the dark sucking void, a bit of march
The weather, outside, is clear, oddly, and I try to think of snow. Think of snow. My life is mostly colorless save for dance parties, and I don’t want to write about those. I’m afraid I’ll sound like an idiot, … Continue reading
Filed under Portland, The Apocalypse
Phillip’s Story is finished!
Hooray! At long last! I finally finished the fantastical tale I began in the spring, about a sockmonkey on an epic quest to find out what’s ‘real’, and sabotage what is not. An artist friend of mine has agreed to … Continue reading
Filed under Fiction, The Apocalypse
What Goes Up Must Come Down- An Imaginary Letter to No-One (Disclaimer- this post is fiction)
I was inspired by your compulsive book-ordering on my behalf, and did some compulsive shoplifting on your behalf. I got you this sweater- I like the color, and it’s very soft. I got myself a pin-stripe button-down with narrow bands … Continue reading
Filed under North Carolina, Sometimes shit sucks, The Apocalypse
