The way the clouds are with the mountain, let them be that way with me. Let the wind whip around me, keening. Let the clouds envelop me. Until I too am stripped clean of all knowing, a cool rock perched upon the hillside. You come to me, daughter, trailing danger. You seek solace from thinking. […]Read more "Superstitious Instrument"
On a bitterly and unseasonably cold evening in the midst of a cold snap in Portland, women with sparkly dresses, stiletto heels, faux fur jackets and a plethora of tattoos milled around in front of the Star Theater. For a few years now I’d wanted to attend this event, but something always came up, but […]Read more "Support Your Local Stripper: A Recap of the PDX Strippie Awards"