…Sold my coat when I hit Spokane, bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain… …and I texted you, “I’m back from Italy.” You never replied. When I left I asked if you were going to miss me, and you’d said, “Of course. I’ll just be waiting for you to getContinue reading “before the next fire season”
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Whiskeytown, A Love Story
It gives me some guilty pleasure to know why I bought a house on a Carr Fire lot. If you know me at all, you’ll know it had almost all to do with the Neko Case lyrics: “Oh, lie. I thought you were golden, I thought you were wild. I caught you returning to theContinue reading “Whiskeytown, A Love Story”
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 