Tag Archives: Portland

The last Sunday in September

Posted on October 1, 2019 by pinklightsabre

The drive from Portland to Seattle on a Sunday morning in early fall. Fog lifting, leaves changing, the look of the clouds. Later how the fire consolidated down to a few logs glowing red. The pink in the western sky … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, prose, writing | Tagged journal writing, Memoir, mindfulness, pacific northwest, Portland, prose, short form | 4 Comments

Moss petting in Portland

Posted on May 26, 2019 by pinklightsabre

I went back to Portland, and it was the same as it always was. We got behind the quadriplegic at the neighborhood wine take out and the clerk put her bottles on the back of her buggy in a basket … Continue reading →

Posted in humor, identity, Memoir, prose, writing | Tagged animal spirits, humor, mid-life crisis, nature imagery, owls, Portland, Portland strip bars, prose, spirit guide, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer | 11 Comments

Frost circus, Portland

Posted on February 20, 2019 by pinklightsabre

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 →

Posted in Memoir, parenting, writing | Tagged humor, journal writing, midlife crisis, nostalgia, parenting, Portland, sentimentality, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer | 18 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

The god of only children

Posted on May 28, 2018 by pinklightsabre

For some reason when I’m in Portland I feel like I can be more myself, maybe because no one knows me here. I wake and walk down César Chávez to the Starbucks in the cool, marine air. And remember the … Continue reading →

Posted in death, prose, travel, writing | Tagged loss, Memorial Day, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, Portland, sentiment, William Pearse writer | 18 Comments

Moss-petting in Portland (March, ’18)

Posted on March 22, 2018 by pinklightsabre

Signs for deaf children, hand-painted Volvo’s, driving into Portland on a Friday night. By morning the rain had brought down the cherry blossom blooms like confetti, and the children across the street were young enough they could walk on walls … Continue reading →

Posted in humor, prose, writing | Tagged creative nonfiction, humor, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, parenting, Portland, sentiment, stream of conscious, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer | 20 Comments

Discreet Music | January 14 (Portland, OR)

Posted on January 17, 2018 by pinklightsabre

The funny thing about ambient music is, I can play it over and over again, and never really notice if it’s the same song. And then, there are times I’ll recognize the artist and feel sophisticated, like when I’m seeing … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, music | Tagged ambient music, Discreet Music, humor, journal writing, Portland, postaday, Powells bookstore, William Pearse writer | 13 Comments