Tag Archives: prose

The grate-covered mineshaft seam

Posted on October 9, 2019 by pinklightsabre

I tried to lose myself in the woods again and came upon the grate-covered mineshaft seam, a grid of rebar set above a dark, mysterious hole. It looked like a mouth in the ground yawning, dripping. I balanced on the … Continue reading →

Posted in identity, writing | Tagged conspiracy theories, horror, identity, prose, stream-of-consciousness, writing technique | 10 Comments

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

A fair way to go

Posted on August 15, 2019 by pinklightsabre

It is the hour of 4, and the light is best for where I sit on the chaise-lounge, beside the scabby hot tub that’s been dry all summer. The hot tub is kaput because the large fir popped up the … Continue reading →

Posted in death, prose, writing | Tagged animal symbolism, Carlos Castaneda, creative nonfiction, essay, Karma, loss, Memoir, prose, spirituality, The Snow Leopard, William Pearse writer | 24 Comments

How the house felt after the kids left for summer camp

Posted on July 3, 2019 by pinklightsabre

Outside it was warm and the lupine stalks were bending down, some on their faces like mollusks gumming the ground but not making it very far, frozen mid-suck. The dog smelled bad, a telltale bad like she’d rubbed herself in … Continue reading →

Posted in identity, Memoir, parenting, prose, writing | Tagged aging, humor, identity, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, prose, sense imagery, sentimentality, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer, writing | 16 Comments

Hero’s pose

Posted on June 23, 2019 by pinklightsabre

We waited and waited but it didn’t seem like the marine layer would ever burn off. Lily had a date with a boy we hadn’t met named Colin, and I texted her to come outside so we could talk. And … Continue reading →

Posted in identity, Memoir, parenting, prose, writing | Tagged #amwriting, A Little Life, Gary Numan, kids and cutting, kids and technology, Memoir, mid-life crisis, parenting, prose, stream-of-consciousness, technology attachment, William Pearse writer | 8 Comments

Stopping to pay the toll on the road to self

Posted on June 4, 2019 by pinklightsabre

At times there seemed to be so much beauty I couldn’t convey it, and at other times it evaded me for weeks or for months, for what seemed like forever. I sensed a link between my seeing the beauty and … Continue reading →

Posted in identity, prose, writing | Tagged mid-life crisis, prose, self-actualization, self-awareness, self-consciousness, short form, spirituality, William Pearse writer, writers block, writing | 15 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