Tag Archives: James Joyce

The true meaning of karma

Posted on October 20, 2014 by pinklightsabre

I nap while the beef simmers in the stove, thickening over the house, day sagging into night. There is coffee and beer and water in between to wash us out, to cleanse us, bobbing up and down upon days. I … Continue reading →

Posted in death | Tagged buddhism, creative non-fiction, death, eastern philosophy, Halloween, Hinduism, James Joyce, Karma, rebirth, souls, spirituality, The Dead, the meaning of existence, transmigration of the souls, writing | 6 Comments

Still

Posted on July 8, 2014 by pinklightsabre

The girls are in the bedroom with the sun washed over them, mouths slung open. The water here is either too hard or soft, it’s hard to make a lather. I’ve been up more than 24 hours flying, eating, drinking, … Continue reading →

Posted in travel, writing | Tagged Felix Mendelssohn, Ginger, Gunther Stilling, James Joyce, John Pearse, Merlin, Paul Auster, Peter Stillman, Rainer Maria Rilke, Ross Murray, Sherwood Anderson | 5 Comments

The Art of Make Believe (#mywritingprocess)

Posted on April 30, 2014 by pinklightsabre

It’s true, writers like nothing more than to write about writing, to postpone the real work (of writing). And like the game of golf, you get lucky with a few strokes and then spend the rest of your life thinking … Continue reading →

Posted in writing | Tagged #mywritingprocess, drinking tips for teens, James Joyce, the green study, writing | 13 Comments

The Notes Between The Keys

Posted on February 4, 2014 by pinklightsabre

I spent the last year here rebuilding my confidence as a writer, forcing myself to see my life as noteworthy every day, gathering inspiration. I didn’t know what I was doing, and half-hoped the sheer pursuit of a Broken Down … Continue reading →

Posted in writing | Tagged Aleister Crowley, art, blogging, coming of age, commitments, dreams, James Joyce, liminality, Philip Seymour Hoffman, The Fool, writing | 16 Comments

Suburban alternatives (2)

Posted on August 8, 2013 by pinklightsabre

Dawn thinks Ruby has an enflamed rectum, which starts when she makes skid marks across the carpet with her rear-end. We hold her over the sink in the laundry room and run the water over her fur, I can feel … Continue reading →

Posted in humor | Tagged Ballard, DPchallenge, dreams, drinking tips for teens, Guided by Voices, inspiration, James Joyce, postaday, Seattle, writing | 2 Comments

Dead skin diary

Posted on July 29, 2013 by pinklightsabre

I remembered the kitchen sink was clogged, and knew I couldn’t sleep in, I had to fix it. I don’t know anything about plumbing and was lucky to even find a wrench. I got it apart and emptied the dirty … Continue reading →

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When I’m there I’m not

Posted on June 24, 2013 by pinklightsabre

Connecting! I’m on the text now because I got one while I sat at the restaurant across from my kids, coloring. We step outside to take it down, it’s so good. (It’s like we’re here now, but not. I can see … Continue reading →

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