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Sucker Punch

February 28, 2016 Uncategorized

Maybe they will say I ran too quickly into the fire, that I got confused- Thought hunger strike was politik but read the wrong manifesto, thought green flash meant ocean not flint stone, that my compass wasn’t true. The problem is you think you have time. The problem is you think too much or not enough. The problem was a map that redrew the lines for where the borders lay. The problem was a book, a doomsday prophecy with beautiful illustrations, orRead More

Thirty-something

February 2, 2016 Uncategorized

No longer just thirty, and what a weird (good. hard, but truly, truly good) year it was. Field notes; roughly chronological by phases of the moon: I. January 22. I have no recollection of what I was doing on this date last year. Several archived photos on my iPhone provide clues that I may have gone for a hike in Forest Park and looked introspectively at moss on a downed log. I was alone. Did I celebrate my 30th birthday later that day withRead More

Five courses, forty feet

November 28, 2015 Uncategorized

A Friendsgiving adventure from Pickett Butte Lookout in the Umpqua National Forest We woke up early and threw bags of clothes, sleeping bags, and food into Sara’s jeep, and rolled over to the local coffeeshop to wake up a little bit more. Four hours of driving later, we reached Tiller, a don’t-blink town at the edge of the South Umpqua River and the national forest that bears the same name. From the lonely highway that curls inward toward the Cascade range, we could see where theRead More