Dysphoric Notions Available here Cigarettes and booze, cigarettes and booze, cigarettes and booze. What does it mean, suddenly, to be a mother fucker? What does it mean to change? Dysphoric Notions addresses this difference: is boring someone to death the same as fucking someone to death? A bartender, a looseContinue Reading
From Ansbach to Color There are ways to touch her, the best ways, the appropriate ways. Carmicheal knows it too. There are ways to climb the stairs, the quiet ways, the stealthy ways, stepping on the outside of each rise in elevation, the stairs. This way, there are no creaksContinue Reading
http://sophiaballou.blogspot.com The collaborative project at Sophia Ballou has been one of the most rewarding facets of my career as a writer. Sophia Ballou has been elemental in my process during these last few years. It began on a sunny day in April, 2010 in the dingy basement of Hooked on Colfax when CorrieContinue Reading
Thistle 1 It’s impossible to count how many moody nights I have had. Many, to say the least. Holed up in someone’s living room after the late night businesses have all closed, listening to old recordings of Otis Redding or The Cure on cassette tape, or just simply listening toContinue Reading
Maclean, Norman. A River Runs Through It. The University or Chicago Press: Chicago, 1976. Fitzgerald, Penelope. The Book Shop. Mariner: Boston, 1978. Clason, George S. The Richest Man in Babylon. Signet: New York, 1988. Camus, Albert. A Happy Death. Vintage: New York, 1972. Beckett, Samuel. Endgame. Grove Press: New York:Continue Reading
The hospital’s maternity ward is at one end of the street. On the other end of the street the cemetery awaits us all. This street is not a through street. It’s a dead end street and the analogy is pretty stupid and not well-conceived. Along this short street there areContinue Reading
Our day off from work found us drifting along the sails and rails and avenues and streets from one quadrant to the next to the next to the next. There was no real direction. Adrift. Adrift on a day off from work. Lost at sea. Why not? A day bingeContinue Reading
1970’s Highrises and Sculpture Made entirely of plastic, the Holga is closer to a toy than to a camera. It is often referred to as a “toy camera.” Well, call it what it is, I suppose. My attraction to the Holga is neither that it is a toy nor aContinue Reading
Bike racks at Portland State Campus It became obvious to me sometime in June of 2013 while wondering the streets of Portland, Oregon with my Pentax K1000. So obvious in fact that it was not a surprise. It was just one of those ah-ah moments. There I was, on topContinue Reading