brittany works the night shift on tuesday at the halfway house where folks are let out of jail early on the condition that they live there and do alright smoking cigarettes instead of crack on a porch against a background of yellow siding ( Read more... )

One in Four ( Read more... )

so much of life right now is accumulating in piles. piles of bills to be dealt with, bank records (shredded or filed? shaken or stirred?), letters to be sent, homework attacked, books finished, canvases painted, (distant loves requited ( Read more... )

procession of the species today- time to drink juice-box wine and watch the neighborhood parade as birds with recycled rubber beaks and bugs with spiral-notebook spine attennas ( Read more... )

so our shower drain is constantly partially clogged. and we've gotten used to showering with feet mostly submerged in dingyish, cold water, listening to the slow slurping noises for a good quarter hour after the showerer-has-left-the-building, so to speak. but suddenly- our sink has joined the fun ( Read more... )

"you can either get laid, get drunk, or get on the internet" -AAB.

so maybe I can't spell the names of biblical spices, but I can speak mediocre spanish, and tonight my mediocre spanish was important. I've recently started working for womencare, a domestic violence shelter in bellingham, as a child advocate. this means my primary responsibility is hanging out with kids and their moms and facilitating the ( Read more... )

the sun is out, vaguely. the snow is still melting and little gutter rivulets decorate the edges of the brown-slush streets like tinsel. "the season" is upon us ( Read more... )

the wind is WILD. newspapers skidding across the grass and trees with teams of reaches branches screaming like sixteen tentacles. girls lean into it, hair whipping behind them, scarves trailing like kites. skirts trying desparately to rush past legs, being so pressed against bodies. lights flicker. boy in library reads huge text called CELLS ( Read more... )

ABCs ( Read more... )