I feel too much. It has always been a problem for me. It's like someone put the dimmer switch for feelings all the way up when I was born. All feelings are big. Songs that make me feel happy or nostalgic make me feel so happy and nostalgic that my face begins to leak. When … Continue reading the world mental health day post I wanted to write…
Welcome to Portland…
This week, WordCamp US nestles into Portland, Oregon for the first time, so I thought I should take a moment to welcome all of you to Portland. Stumptown. Silicon Forest. Bridgetown. Rose City. Little Beruit. Rip City. Portlandia… Whatever you call it, Portland, Oregon is the big town I call home. Welcome. I’m so glad … Continue reading Welcome to Portland…
poetry time: what’s sad
I’d make a list for youOf all the things that are sadBut where would I start? What’s sad in the worldWhat’s sad in the countryWhat’s sad in the cityWhat’s sad on my blockWhat’s sad in my houseWhat’s sad in me? I don’t have the years to write out every bit of sadness.Here or anywhere. It’s … Continue reading poetry time: what’s sad
saying goodbye…
Would you rather listen to me read this? Click play... A few months ago I was putting together a playlist called Hallelujah. Predictably it was comprised of renditions of the song Hallelujah by different artists. At the time I was having a lot of powerful emotions and I had gotten stoned and listened to KD … Continue reading saying goodbye…
the diagnosis…
The past 18 months or so of my life have been a lot. Never mind any part that has anything to do with anything outside of my brain, body, and spirit. Reflecting on the me-ness of this past year and a half has been a lot. I think my childhood was about avoiding diagnosis and … Continue reading the diagnosis…
the fourth…
it was a long patriotic day of consuming movies and avoiding the heat. And now that I’m laying here typing from bed at a quarter til tomorrow listening to all the pops, crackles, and booms of neighborhood fireworks. Despite the fact that they’re not legal here. And we’re under a burn ban. And I’m cranky. … Continue reading the fourth…
sent outside…
an unlikely attempt…
It’s just after 9 pm on Monday. The first night of July. Which would obviously make this July 1. I’m sitting on the family room sectional having just filled out my little pink notebook for the day. “I’ve filled out the notebook for every day in July.” I joked. I’m very funny. That’s something you … Continue reading an unlikely attempt…
uniform for life…
When I was a teenager I totally identified as a goth. And it made sense. I was pale from hiding inside from the California sunshine, favored all-black clothes, and loved writing depressing poetry dripping with blood and tears. But the truth is, as I sit here evaluating all the little quirks and blips on my … Continue reading uniform for life…
whatevery-seven
It’s 12:57 am on Friday, March 8, 2024, and I’m sitting in bed. My partner is snoozing softly next to me. Our old cat is snore-purring at the foot of the bed. The stoic face of Keanu Reeves as Neo in The Matrix is on the TV screen. He’s just learned Kung Fu. Ordinarily, I … Continue reading whatevery-seven
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