I look to the nearby hill, past her and the highway, and watch it blacken. Its lines are clean and honest. (Fiction)
“Ghosts stories/told around the campfire/predicted my future.” (Poetry)
Perhaps they found another way. Perhaps they could stop. Perhaps they just go to church. What I wouldn’t give to possess their simple freedoms. (Nonfiction)
Our government only practices against a sunset bleeding into the cradle of tactile landing. (Poetry)
“merely archaeological, the images of strewn masks take on a symbolic meaning for America’s ambivalence towards public health.” (The Loop)
“I pledge allegiance to no man,/ let alone some fucking flag” (Poetry)
There is a small Italian restaurant two blocks from my house in Inner N.E. Portland. It’s been there for decades.
CONTENT WARNING: This play contains discussion about suicide.
Can’t lie to anyone here. Prophets—all of us. Could baptize any guy with your spit. (Drama)
“Eyes reflect the distortions/of a whitewashed mind.” (Poetry)
“The footbridge is missing a plank./He has frayed the regard of everybody he knows.” (Poetry)
“Haranguing shots, agony, careening/blue lights stir fever in a dark bedroom.” (Poetry)
CONTENT WARNING: This short story contains discussion about suicidal events and ideation. (Fiction)
everything we could stand to lose to the devil/
I am not unhappy in the house all day.
We like our politicians to be bland technocrats, for obvious historical reasons, but that doesn’t mean they cannot occasionally inspire.
We are talking about our lack of consistent showering, we are talking about our addictions and telling people our feelings.
“For a book that is in many ways a ghost story,” reviewer Jesi Buell writes, “Brandeis removes the magical, fabled elements and makes the reader focus on the real-life consequences of violence committed against girls’ bodies.”
How does one “shelter in place” when one has limited shelter?
“Diehl and Goodrich bypass the tedium of lesson preparations to make their school settings deliciously weird,” Jason Teal writes.
In 2010 life changed in Bear’s Corner. Outsiders know the place as Komi. That was the year the bears came to eat us.
“Love Letter 16. Ring of Fifths”
“Love Letter 18. Words Are Wind in Shut Spaces”
“At the Center of It”
“Elegy for a Moth”
“Green Mountain Coffee”