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
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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
Bad power cord
So I have a great story to tell, but no battery power to type it with. I’m hoping to remedy this tomorrow.
They're All In Love With Dying
She called late night to tell me he died. I was at a stoplight, three in the morning, zero degrees, and there was a man in shorts and a t-shirt trying to sell his guitar on the corner. She’d gone to the big city for a job interview and when she came back he was… Continue reading They're All In Love With Dying
A Winter Recipe
Ingredients: Cacao Nibs Brandy Agave Nectar Mint (optional) 1. Take two big handfulls of cacao nibs. If you have one of those fancy coffee grinders or something, grind them. Otherwise just put them in a bag and bang on them with a rock or hammer to smash them up a little. 2. Put the nibs… Continue reading A Winter Recipe
I see all your light…
“[Tara’s] always the surprise ending before a rebirth beginning.” – Davka When I slip outside the stars are so bright and close I can almost smell them. What was I doing louging on floors and tubs made of the blood of the earth, extracted, burned, coloured, and molded, when i was born to be inhaling… Continue reading I see all your light…