I wake up with a woman in my bed. She’s kicking around and pushing at the blankets. “Goddamn it’s freakin hot,” she says. She’s sleeping on the side with lots of feathers. I’m sleeping on the cold side. “Stoppit,” I say, still half asleep, “it’s twenty below out there. Take off some of your shirts… Continue reading Every Bed in Town
Month: December 2007
Boobie power
It’s like total systems failure here. The cell phone towers were down. The laptop blew up. I woke up with a flat tire and frozen lug nuts, and then the battery died too. Now I’m about get kicked out of this internet cafe that’s closing – so enjoy this thing I wrote a while ago… Continue reading Boobie power
Hello all faithful readers
Tara’s laptop blew up on her today, and so she is temporarily offline. Hoping that it is just a power source issue, and not a fried motherboard. If you need to get ahold of her you can email and she’ll check it when she gets access, or you can comment here and I’ll pass the… Continue reading Hello all faithful readers
Memory
The memorial was at a Mormon church. I’m sure you can imagine that I had no idea where the Mormon church was. Luckily we called a customer-friend who was on his way and he led us there. We pulled into the big parking lot and parked next to our friend on the edge of the… Continue reading Memory
We arrive with a full social calendar
As Hat-ma and I drove south we both dug out all the customer phone numbers we had from down here and called to let them know we were on our way. Hat-ma and Tara are coming back! One night only! It sounded like there’d only been one dancer for a few weeks, so we were… Continue reading We arrive with a full social calendar
The Big Bad Wolf
There have been so many things written about the symbolism and metaphor of peoples fear of wildness. Fencing out the coyotes while they turn their backs to their own wildness, shooting wolves as they kill off every last will full part of themselves. I’m not really up to writing my own rendition, and I’m also… Continue reading The Big Bad Wolf
Call for Poems and Stories: The Oldest Profession
(I realize this doesn’t interest everyone… but I bet more than a few of you are writers and sex workers.) Jenni Russell is guest editing the summer issue of MiPOesias (issue will be available on the web). We are seeking poems and stories with a sex work theme or twist. Poems and stories do not… Continue reading Call for Poems and Stories: The Oldest Profession
If you’re one of the people I owe an email: I’m very very sorry. I’m working on it but things are kind of hectic and there’s a huge email back up. You all have little stars next to you and I’m eliminating the un-starred things and will be answering you soon. Sorry for the slowness.
Driving South: Day Two
Having been so rudely awakened and conived my way out of a snow bank, I drive on to the big scary city. Little Amerikkka, some people call it, or a chunk of Seattle that just broke off and floated up here. It’s the most unAlaskan place in Alaska. I stop before I get there and… Continue reading Driving South: Day Two
Misadventure
South through the mountains. Three AM dark so that when you look up you think you’re seeing strange clouds and it takes a while to realize they’re really snowy mountains all around you. I could drive through this country forever, but when the road starts to blur into something imagined I find a flat spot… Continue reading Misadventure