As I was scrolling through all my photos I took this summer, I rediscovered the type of messaging I needed. Even though I have plans for the Casual Camera, enjoy what might be the last gallery for a while. A collection of fresh moments, every moment, if you will.
I wrote the original version of this poem pretty quickly after Oregon Country Fair, inspired by showering after the festival. There are showers offered on the Fairgrounds, but those always ultimately have the impact of the rock of Sisyphus falling back down to the base of the mountain.
I am trying to write a poem a day now, and it’s going well, despite my issues with routine. And confidence. And a crippling fear that if I bear my soul I will be judged for it. And that’s why I did not publish anything for a fortnight. But that fast ends now.
There’s so much to be said about SOAK, but I think the first thing to say about the event is thank you.
Before we get started on this monthly Casual Short Story, I wanted thank all of my Patreon subscribers: Jen, Julie, Michael, Davos, Roshi, Doji, and our newest subscriber, Phil! You guys are phenomenal. Every word of support, every like, every share, everything you guys do allows me to continue evolving this project and work on […]
Life has been busy with a new job and a whole bunch of worldbuilding on a sci-fi story.
In the meantime, however, I did go on a hike through Miller Woods for Mother’s Day!
Birthdays are weird. I’ve always been of two minds about them.
Early spring is a weird time in Portland. Technically, the majority of March is still a month of winter. And yet, two-thirds through the month, the spring equinox hits. Temperatures spike, the sun cleaves the clouds, and cherry blossoms begin to bloom on the waterfront.
On Tuesday last week, I went to the March 4 Democracy protest. It started at noon, but I was writing until four in the morning before the protest. The second reason was because I wanted to take my time walking to the demonstration. I took so many that I was up till six the next […]
Well, I nearly though this wouldn’t happen. I looked over all of my poems and thought to myself: “god damn, these are all crap.”
The Casual Ramble 