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Flowers but not only flowers, dusk but not only dusk
I have a poem in the beautiful online Muleskinner Journal. I’m so pleased!
Lit Crawl
I’m reading in Seattle’s Last Lit Crawl. Come check it out! After nearly a decade of huddling in bars in the rain listening to the poets woo us in verse, of laughing and labiating over great fiction, of fanboying at afterparties as local artist sign our books, it is time, alas, to say goodbye to…
You Act Evil Like Voldemort: Corona Virus Conversations
You are a sea of sadness; you ride through the streets of Bellingham in your fastest sports car.
A Requiem for Nature
Recently, I learned that Rosalie Chapple, a writer and conservationist in Australia, wrote a response to the recent wildfires there that was inspired by my essay, “Fine Particles of Brilliant Forests, Burning.” It’s a vivid requiem to Australia’s wild beings, and I’m honored to have given her essay it’s model. Check in out, and send…
The Half-Million Dollar Rat Hotel
And other stories of the rats who love Seattle’s housing boom. Reposted from Medium just because I really like this piece. (And, well, I wrote it.) There are two kinds of homeowners in Seattle, my dad used to quip, those who know they have rats and those who don’t. And it’s true: according to the 2013…
Fine Particles of Brilliant Forests, Burning
(Published in Orion and The Dark Mountain Project) Lately, as everyone knows, Seattle has been smoky, the air quality Victorian, the particulate levels exceedingly high. Particulates: the particular bits of the burning things, the things burning being the Northwest’s forests, the forests and their beings. Which are first of all trees: snags, sprouts, saplings, old…
Poetry in a Vacuum
The moon is a rock. No food on the moon!
Hello!
It’s summertime and it’s hot and we’d probably both like to be swimming. Yesterday I fished a live pill bug out of my daughter’s mouth. It uncurled itself in my palm. It went on living. Please stick around if you would like. You can read everything I know I’ve published here. Or go outside and…