I've been in Minnesota now for ten days. I had to drop everything and come out for my grandma's funeral and tomorrow I'm on a plane to Portland. I can't wait to be in Oregon again. I'm going to continue doing forest defense in Southern Oregon for most of the summer, maybe travel a little, learn how to hop freight and go to some more skill shares ( Read more... )

I've been in an apartment with no job, no classes and the company of one person for too long. My dreams take me to the ocean, in past's crevices, anywhere but here. My life is slipping between my fingers, hours added to days to months, but I smile more too. I'm standing in water knee deep, feeling it rush, away from, and toward me. My eyes can ( Read more... )

It has come time to move on, or more directly, move out of the Co-op. In addition to the fact that I feel to some extent like a black sheep, I'm just not feelin' the connection here anymore. Sean and I are getting a place on Broadway and Lincoln in an old brick building with wood floors, high ceilings and the biggest windows I've ever seen. I'll ( Read more... )

I wrote this for the Insurgent. It's uhhh, well rated R for offensive content so read on at your own risk. You wouldn't believe how strongly people feel about this ( Read more... )

It's been so long since I've updated. In a word life has stayed much the same but in reality everything has changed ( Read more... )

Its in the way they move and

They catch that simple groove and

They tell a story all their own about the human heart alone

I try to get a grip but

But I find I always slip

On fingertips

Those fingertips

Those fingertips

-Poe "Fingertips"

I did a bad thing the other day.  I hold the keys in my hand and try to hide my grin.  Honda Civic, 1989 is ( Read more... )

Music: Now It's Overhead ( Read more... )

Well, it's the last day of school for me. Next year is going to be spent behind an espresso machine, some good books, and fellow campbell clubers. I'm so burnt out I keep finding myself drenched in cold water. 2:52, Final at 3:15 and I haven't felt stressed yet. I guess caring about those little letters on important pages might just factor into ( Read more... )

You keep a white butterfly pocket-bound and at your side. When you look up, stars beckon, clouds take shape and something remains idle beside you. You have a calling that turns the world into black and white. You see less more clearly. Everyday is a step beyond specks on the horizon. Fire escape moments infused with groggy eyes make her feel movie ( Read more... )

Swinging under stars, blowing whistles through blades of grass, the simple things feel so right when you have the time to just sit. When I was younger I never saw my life now as a possibility, stories of hitching and seeing the landscape from behind a veil of trust were things of the past. I never cease to amaze even myself with how wrong I often ( Read more... )