Category Archives: the night
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 brief wondrous life of Sonny Riccobono
It was march, and Seamus and I had just started dating. The rain clouds, while still black-grey and flinging down torrents of water, were broken, now, in moments, by patches of glorious, syrupy yellow light- the steamy northwest sun, emerging … Continue reading
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
water, dreams, cupcakes, the ocean floor
My dreams have been so magnificent lately. Picture this: It is the end of the world. The lowlands are filled with clear water. All you clothing is red. It’s warm, and someone is coming after you. You have to swim. … Continue reading
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
spring summer everything
spring but it’s cold. But we know it’s spring because the light is out later, and then there is moonlight, the fullmoon, and it’s like the light above the river never leaves, where the trees break, over the water, between … Continue reading
Filed under busy, everything, inspiration, joy, Living in the woods, love, rich, summer, the cold, the night, the sea, the sky, the sun
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
