Writing

Thoughts on Donna Haraway’s “Staying with the Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene”

"Good stories reach into rich pasts to sustain thick presents to keep the story going for those who come after." I recently, and after a good four months of slow reading, finished Donna Haraway's amazing book Staying With the Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene.  It was possibly the most challenging and most rewarding book… Continue reading Thoughts on Donna Haraway’s “Staying with the Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene”

Writing

Artist Residency at the Sou’wester Lodge

In mid-December I went to the Washington coast and stayed at the Sou'wester Lodge for 5 nights.  They have an artist residency program- you apply with a short questionnaire and a sample of work and if accepted, pay a drastically reduced rate for a Sunday-Friday stay.  I asked for a cabin with a bathtub and my… Continue reading Artist Residency at the Sou’wester Lodge

Writing

What Is Remembered Lives: R.I.P Philip Levine

Philip Levine was the U.S. Poet Laureate from 2011-2012. He wrote beautiful poems based on his blue collar life in Detroit, combining working class life with a depth of spirit that was often startling to read. He died yesterday.  You should read Last Words and Our Valley and especially: Picture Postcard From The Other World Since I don't… Continue reading What Is Remembered Lives: R.I.P Philip Levine

Taxi Cab Stories, Writing

The Only Girl I’ve Ever Loved Was Born With Roses in Her Eyes

The woman climbed slowly into the front seat of the cab, assisted by her daughter.  When she was settled, the daughter went back into the bar to find the rest of their party.  The woman was very small, and bent almost double by age, she seemed even tinier, a faery gnome in a blue knit… Continue reading The Only Girl I’ve Ever Loved Was Born With Roses in Her Eyes

Writing

On Imbolc, Sadness, Being Gentle with Yourself, the Kindness of Strangers, and Getting the F^#$ Out of the House

I've been having a hard time getting out of bed this week. This is nothing new for me.  I spent a really long time being depressed.  Like, most of 20 years.  The mornings are still a rough time.  I wake up feeling sad, or lonely, or anxious for no apparent reason, or worried about whatever… Continue reading On Imbolc, Sadness, Being Gentle with Yourself, the Kindness of Strangers, and Getting the F^#$ Out of the House

Taxi Cab Stories, Writing

On Magick, Connection, PMS, Priestessing, and Why I Don’t Do Drugs

The first indicator that this fare was going to go very wrong was that my customer was unconscious. It was 11 p.m. on a Friday night in January.  I’d gotten the order to the “rave” club down by the waterfront in Southeast.  The place is notorious for providing cab drivers with overly intoxicated customers, and… Continue reading On Magick, Connection, PMS, Priestessing, and Why I Don’t Do Drugs

Hiking, Writing

The Word for World is Forest

It’s December, and the rains have come.  From the window over my writing desk I look out on a dismal scene of grey skies, muddy backyard, dead leaves smeared across my porch waiting to take me down with a step.  Inside there is tea, slippers, incense and Leonard Cohen.  Easy to convince yourself to stay… Continue reading The Word for World is Forest