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

Before the Night Closes

I keep writing new versions of myself that sound open and easy. Ones that don’t ask for too much too … Continue reading Before the Night Closes

Spirit Has Left the Meeting

I paid a TV psychic $200to talk to the deadfor less than 5 minutes.A séance over Zoomwith a gallery of … Continue reading Spirit Has Left the Meeting

Only Forward

We’d sit on the floor at Twice Sold Tales, flipping through Kafka, laughing at Ayn Rand like it was an … Continue reading Only Forward

Seventeen Junes

Your soul is lodged in my throat,as I drive through memorieslittered on Seattle streets. Sun-bleached and threadbarelike my favorite shirt—familiar, … Continue reading Seventeen Junes

Note to Self

I find that whenever I am at an emotional an spiritual crossroads I am drawn towards Annie Rice novels. My … Continue reading Note to Self

Small Wins

I have been able to shift some of my habits faster than I expected. It’s definitely a lot of work … Continue reading Small Wins