Category Archives: the wind
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 sugar-cone ghost and the freedom of not having possesions
I’m moving. I’m leaving my one-bedroom apartment (which was never really mine, which was, in retrospect, just a beautiful, palatial hole in which to dump wheelbarrow-loads of money that I will never see again) and I’m moving into a sixteen-foot … Continue reading
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
s p r i n g t i m e
Cherry blossoms are beautiful, my heart is ripped wide open. Everything goes back to beginnings, like a feedback loop of nostalgia, as if the middle never happened, the day-to-day, the text messages and the humming of electrical appliances. No, it … Continue reading
Filed under acceptance, beauty, everything, sadness, springtime, the sea, the sky, the sun, the wind
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
Experiment
I am going to try and write what I eat every day for a week for an experiment Today was sunny and cold Corinne was here for breakfast and we ate what we always do- love. We also had eggs … Continue reading
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
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
