Category Archives: musings

How I spent the back half of my summer, unemployed

Posted on September 16, 2019 by pinklightsabre

I took my time shaving, flossing, folding the laundry and putting away dishes. I took long, indulgent showers. In short, I slowed down. Stopped checking my phone. Went through things in the garage, reread old letters, threw out none. Sifted … Continue reading →

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Reflection

Posted on January 3, 2019 by pinklightsabre

In the dream I was doing yoga in a class with mostly women, squatting, feeling overweight, with the sensation that my wang was poking out. It was, and I realized it must be a dream. I felt my body strain … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, parenting, yoga | Tagged creative nonfiction, dreams, humor, journal writing, mindfulness, parenting, short form, William Pearse writer | 23 Comments

More animal

Posted on October 6, 2018 by pinklightsabre

Pouring boiling water down the sink drain to kill the fruit flies. The look of them in the dark as it spills through, this everyday violence. Remembering what my arm looked like when I cut it as a 5-year-old, running … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, writing | Tagged 1984, conditioning, Halloween, horror, Kavanaugh, Memoir, Rosemary's Baby, stream-of-consciousness, violence, Walt Walker, waltbox, William Pearse writer | 21 Comments

The night has a thousand eyes

Posted on June 4, 2018 by pinklightsabre

The marine layer was back, and made for a moody start to our Sunday. I climbed the gravel road to the lake past the caterpillars and birdsong, a rustling in the grass and leaves. We all had to go back … Continue reading →

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‘Clockwise’

Posted on May 31, 2018 by pinklightsabre

Around this time of day my eye starts to twitch and I have to hold it to make it stop. There’s the old wall clock in the living room that’s slow, needs help keeping up – then the clock in … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, writing | Tagged aging, mid-life crisis, short form, stream-of-consciousness, time, William Pearse writer | 17 Comments

Wilhelm’s mausoleom

Posted on May 29, 2018 by pinklightsabre

I stopped by the dry cleaners, then the car wash — vacuumed out the pollen, the cottonwood, pine needles and dandruff, the nail clippings and dirt, then gathered wood to make a fire later, shook off the spiders from the … Continue reading →

Posted in death, Memoir, musings, prose, writing | Tagged Brian Eno, creative nonfiction, Nicolai Astrup, Portland, sentiment, short form, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer | 18 Comments