Category Archives: Themes
149 – And I’m back!
This street is dimmer with all the students on holiday. It’s an eerie quiet in my house, where I’m not even sure if I’m allowed to be. I can’t decide if I should put a record on or dwell in … Continue reading
Filed under Homeness, Short, Stream of Consciousness
145 – many airplane rides ago
201003231815 A friend told me once about some drug that’s meant to mimic the neurological processes of dying. You feel like you’re dying. You see a bright light and reach out to it and all of that. I wondered if … Continue reading
125 – The future will be fine once I make it there
I have no idea what next year is going to look like. I know I’m not working for the paper. I know I am living in the hippie commune. I know I’m…taking classes… Applications are coming out for everything and … Continue reading
Filed under Fear, Short, Stream of Consciousness, This Lie They Call 'Growing Up', Whiny
111 – My body is never where my heart is.
2009, December 20 – 21:34 I have this yearning right now to go to a war-torn country. Yemen. Someplace forgotten. Someplace nobody really goes to volunteer or study. Someplace awful and terrifying. This might be one of those be-careful-what-you-wish-for sorts … Continue reading
109 – When I think I write, when I write I think…
And I have been writing too much and too much to myself. I just read that entry listing all the stuff I learned to cook in Colorado, and I thought maybe that was indicative of the sense of community I … Continue reading
108 – embouchure
I have this tendency, when I come back to Colorado, to remember that I loved playing music, even if I didn’t miss it while at school (see: last December). I think this is the first time I’ve consciously missed playing … Continue reading
104 – This is an old one:
Moving They used to be strangers who pushed a cart that held eight months of me like that stroller stored next to the cart I’m sitting in , returning home to home
101 – 101 is about continuing to greater numbers
Today I picked red, ripe cherry tomatoes from my father’s backyard garden. I don’t even like tomatoes, generally, but there’s a lot of freedom and charm in squinting my eyes to find the reddest and ripest of these supple little … Continue reading
093 – I’ll Believe In Anything
Today has been probably the most comfortable (cozy) day in Colorado so far this summer, if not one of the most comfortable Colorado days I can even remember. Today has been probably one of my most helplessly, blithely liberating days … Continue reading
092 – free-write reflections
Today I wake up intent on writing 250 words about the womb, or a basement, a cave. In some ways they are all very much the same. And I turn on a record (M. Ward: Hold Time, which I fell … Continue reading
088 – Ashes
son came back to mother in ashes tongue tied lungs tight Oh to the boy she said goodbye to a man at the door without a word she expected the new s that he would as any would when he … Continue reading
087 – And don’t forget to floss daily (Permission)
Today I was indecisive about selecting a new toothbrush, because I am indecisive about everything, because transitioning back into a new yet extremely familiar organic environment is a little bit like PMS, or the entire peak of puberty, for that … Continue reading
084 – I knew we were officially friends when you pointed straight at me and offered me a condom.
I could be a pot smoker “sometimes–not a stoner, but I think maybe you’d do it every once in awhile just for the experience” and “probably not Catholic, because you swear a lot.” I stay out late every night, disappear … Continue reading
082 – The Beginning of Death
NOTE [20090601] – The first day we woke up in Swinomish they were having a funeral. The entire reservation essentially shut down, and so many people processed on foot to the colorful graveyard. Death turned out to be a strong … Continue reading
080 – salmon, fry bread. korean chink tito.
I flipped to this one randomly. It’s a section in the middle of a day’s writing (20090325 I think?), and indeed the little divider above it says, as I have portrayed below… unresolve ~//~ One thing that interests me is … Continue reading
Filed under Identity in Suspense, Swinomish Reservation
069 – explore:Detach
CURRENT: INSTANT-MESSAGING WITH A FRIEND FROM THE HOMETOWN, HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR. I SKIPPED A GRADE A LONG TIME AGO. HE’S DOING WELL. I’M DOING WELL. WE’RE TALKING ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS. WE DIDN’T USED TO TALK. (written in the recent past. true.)
Filed under Short, The Colorado-Washington Bridge
