on a portland night so foggy that nothing is real until it smacks you in the face, i ride my bike down silent streets, rubber tires on wet pavement. i can't tell you how many times i've repeated the same thing aloud until it took the shape of truth, finally fell whole from the space between my lips. when i'm dead and they scatter my ashes, the ( Read more... )

i'm pretty sure part of it is that i've always been an educator at heart.

throw me a rope to hold me in place / find me a clock to count down my days

everyday a struggle to wake up and manage to make it through, the rain continually falling from the grey portland sky. i spend my days in a haze of not really being awake, of numbness. the winter has come ( Read more... )

again, please don't steal my words and publish them as your own ( Read more... )

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novel description-- memoir about my childhood, adolescence and how i came to be who i am with a healthy dose of jeanette winterson-style magical realism.

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when i burned my new moon intention months ago i saw how it would happen, the fire tearing through healing but lingering like waves of red water over desire. i knew it would be a long road. and here, curled up under blankets drinking orange soda like children i found it slowly, painfully, listening only to the stirrings of my heart. here i ( Read more... )