Monthly Archives: February 2019

Weights

Posted on February 28, 2019 by

At this time of day, this time of year, the butterfly glows gold in the window of our den it’s hung by chains, framed, with dust in the old border and cobwebs strung to the window’s edge the butterfly is … Continue reading →

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Weltschmerz

Posted on February 27, 2019 by

I have grown tired from too much poetry and these everyday ironies, have sunken inwards, as a spot in our lawn that’s slowly turned to a hole, now something we’re forced to address, the frost level come up, the remains … Continue reading →

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Lisbeth Salander will have her reckoning

Posted on February 23, 2019 by

The upsetting quality of the music I play. The look of my hair after several days without shampoo. The sense I should be outside but don’t feel like it, the look of the snow after it finally seeps into our … Continue reading →

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Frost circus, Portland

Posted on February 20, 2019 by

Peeling potatoes I took off my finger tip and imagined a piece of it there among the red bliss skins in the sink, something small and pink you’d find on a beach. But it got me out of cooking, and … Continue reading →

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The weight that won’t shake

Posted on February 13, 2019 by

After a week of snow it finally broke, and started to melt and with it sliding off the branches and dripping off the gutters it looked like the sky was crying, the earth collapsing in on itself and with the … Continue reading →

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Nowhere, slow

Posted on February 9, 2019 by

The spent tea bag stapled at the top, the icicles dripping on a Saturday afternoon freed from any thought of what time it could be, spread out like a soft cheese with hair unwashed, snow with nowhere to go, nothing … Continue reading →

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Man, 48, transmogrifies to Indian salmon pictograph on Cougar Mountain

Posted on February 7, 2019 by

In the dark my dog and I set off to climb the trail, crawling beneath trees, drinking from streams— up the switch backs hugging the hillsides with only our night vision and senses to guide us At the pass, the … Continue reading →

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