Category Archives: This Lie They Call 'Growing Up'
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
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
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
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
