Hyper-independence
People seem impressed by independenceas if it were something I cultivatedrather than something that grew into fill in the cracks. … Continue reading Hyper-independence
Small Corrections in the Wild
Today I put eight copies of my poetry collection into Little Free Libraries around Portland and Beaverton. I did not … Continue reading Small Corrections in the Wild
The Buck Moon
Tonight, the moon is full enoughto expose every version of me.Jupiter crowds the horizon,bright as a friend in the front … Continue reading The Buck Moon
Edge of Wanting
I’ve spent too longstanding at the edge of wanting,with the heat in my faceconsuming my willpowerto lean in closer when … Continue reading Edge of Wanting
Drinking Town
Astoria, a drinking town with a fishing problem,is a phrase proudly printed on mugs and magnets.And when you spend a … Continue reading Drinking Town
The Stories We Tell
I was looking for a friend. That feels important to say first, because in retrospect I think I spent a … Continue reading The Stories We Tell
The Shattering
The Shattering Sometimes it isn’t a grand betrayal that wakes you.Sometimes it’s a broken mason jar,glass everywhere,a woman’s red-faced embarrassmentas … Continue reading The Shattering
First Dollar
Outside CC Slaughter’s brick and black awning frames a door keeping its secrets behind a security guard whose face is … Continue reading First Dollar
Grounding
Something in me is shiftingin the quiet places—ankles sunk in river mud,water pulling the heatof the past out of me. … Continue reading Grounding
The Grey Warden
In order to save the worldI must first become unfit for it.I drink black bloodfrom a silver rimmed chalicewhile everyone … Continue reading The Grey Warden
