Hannah had a vision of nights wasted away inside richly timbered Portland house with light hearts and well-matched silences. And for many of the years since high school when they’d first partnered up, if two words could describe her and Ryan, they would be some combination of “in” and “love.” But other words, might have […]Read more "Sweet Hearts: Part One"
Three weeks ago, I bought my first TV. (Unless you count the 50-cent, 1970’s-era television I picked up at a yard sale when I first moved to Portland, which I don’t.) I bought the TV off Craigslist—an arrangement found and negotiated by my boyfriend who believes wholeheartedly in buying used electronics. (“It’s cheaper, and it’s […]Read more "Like a Moth to a Flame"
If the twine unravels to the very end the stuff gathering under my fingernails is being picked off whitewash at the bedside. And the stuff gathering in my ear is their sex-pruned and unfurtherable moss-talk, incubated under lamplight, which will have to be unlearned even though from there on everything is going to be learning. […]Read more "And From These Two a Third"
“I know we’re going to meet some day in the crumbled financial institutions of this land there will be tables and chairs there’ll be pony rides and dancing bears there’ll even be a band cause listen, after the fall there will be no more countries no currencies at all, we’re gonna live on our wits […]Read more "Winter Is Coming and There Will Be Snacks: Songs for the Solstice Apocalypse"
“I hate writing, but I love having written.” Those words of wisdom were uttered to me by a colleague of mine a few years ago when I was dawdling around the office kitchen, avoiding the story I needed to write waiting for me at my desk, and I have never forgotten them since. Yes. Yes. […]Read more "Writing and Fear: My Creative Struggle"
I love music. I’m not merely an appreciator, or a collector; I amass music. I explore music in every direction along the genetic lines, then branch out into the natural fractal iterations, and further still, strike at random to surprise even myself. Now, I am not going to apologize or worry about turning you off […]Read more "Musing on Music: 2012 Year In Review"
Let me preface this post by saying, it’s not fair that guys get the phrase, “That gets my rocks off.” It’s a good phrase, and I’m taking it back on behalf of the ladies. That being said, this week, our lovely blog leader Mary asked us to write a post explaining our writing process. I’ve […]Read more "That Gets My Rocks Off"
I’m not proud of my writing process. I’m not inspired to do good work. I’m primarily motivated by punishment and negative reinforcement. Are you aware that punishment and negative reinforcement aren’t the same thing? Punishment is when you do or don’t do something and a bad thing happens. Like I drop the ball on a […]Read more "Demotivated Confessional, Demotivational"
Winter break: Back to upstate New York at last, at least for an hour, to write about two sisters and a small rusty town in the Appalachia. Strange that it all started on a plane ride to Chicago in September. Plane rides do wondrous things for my writing. The spaciousness of my bird’s eye view […]Read more "Multiple Burners"
My flight is late, and so the ride I arranged to take me to my hotel has been circling for hours. He sounds relieved and exasperated when I get him on the phone. He tells me to wait for him near the taxi stand, that he will pick me up in a white van. I […]Read more "On My Way to Half Moon Bay"