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
Category: The day-to-day of it all
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
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
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…
…and I love your dark
It’s two AM and I am having a feast in a big, empty mansion. My patchwork bag of food is spilling open on the sterile granite counter top, a grapefruit venturing out across the grey expanse. I boost myself up to sit next to the food. My faded blue jeans are a colored echo of… Continue reading …and I love your dark
Dream lovers
Usually my dreams are not about me. They’re about other people and I watch them and listen to see what the themes are and stuff because they are narrated a lot like books. I mean, I even have dreams with complicated time-schemas, where you start at the end and then find out what happened to… Continue reading Dream lovers