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Maybe you're not a real crow, Melby, with your unbearable cuteness of being, your impossibly bright eyes, your perfectly crooked beak. D...

summer sunrise and sweetgrass and all the words that start and end with S for Sarah who had a long face and walked into a bar with me and...

Imagine my surprise leaving the store last night when I looked up to see the entire bottom half of the moon missing! Nobody in the Moon D...

gentle the rush of wings over my shoulder (the flirt) hard the hit upside my hooded head (the badass wee babe who mandates such cranial c...

It's not writer's block. I can write whenever the fuck I want if there's no pressure. But ask myself to do it, that's a different story....

Tonight I came home to find a string of half dried shit-pearls hanging out of my cat's ass. Best guess is that she ate one of my hairs. I...

Which comes first, the feeling or the creative impulse? The feeling, you might think, to drive the creativity, the big emotional beast of...

I wish they lived on my street. Can you imagine? A herd of bison nibbling their way through inner Southeast Portland. Scratching their he...

The MRI experience is not unlike being forced to listen to someone attempting to compose a bad bass line for a speed metal song on a casi...

I don't live in a fairy tale. I knew life was hell even before it was made obvious. Before the curtain of youth was lifted. I choose not...