Tag Archives: humor

Bikes, trailers, dogs, coolers: five days in Montana (some Wyoming)

Posted on August 7, 2017 by

Just like me, the moon’s gone plump from too many long nights and early mornings, hard to get into its jeans, and only noticed by fools and dreamers, the mad. The sky ran down from blue to pink to jack … Continue reading →

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One window ajar, first light on Pine Lake

Posted on July 31, 2017 by

I sat outside under a tree with King Tubby playing on my Bluetooth speakers and crocosmia fronds tickling the air, the moon a half melon, the whites of my nails. Talked to my dad across the country, the sound of … Continue reading →

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Straw-colored grass, a bed of needles

Posted on July 26, 2017 by

The owl-eyed veterinarian talks too fast, wears her hair in a bun. The bun’s so tight it makes her eyes bulge. It’s always the same, we care about our dog and cat’s health, we start with good intentions. But her … Continue reading →

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Falling down days, deep July

Posted on July 24, 2017 by

A stark, backcountry walk along the roads of Grand Mound, Washington outside Centralia: its claim to fame the halfway point between Seattle and Portland. Across the road from the Great Wolf Lodge resort, a +21 legal weed pop-up called King … Continue reading →

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“A lifetime in three days”

Posted on July 4, 2017 by

All is quiet on Independence Day, oddly. In my hammock with a book, leaves scitter across the sports court and could be the dog, but she’s inside. Pre-fall, even now. No need for sunscreen, there’s a thin band of clouds … Continue reading →

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I’d love to turn you on | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 28, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (#32 post). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington … Continue reading →

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“These are the days now” | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 21, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (at 30K!). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington … Continue reading →

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