Whiskeytown – Page 3 – My Love is for the Birds

a good fantasy

My lover equates me with the city so I wanted him to see my mountain town for himself. He drove me to the convenient store and the post office to get my mail. The post office doesn’t come here so we’re entitled to a free mail box at the post office off Highway 299. WhenContinue reading “a good fantasy”

Cabin Built for One

I know I still love living up here alone on a mountain, because when I was on a bus riding through Italy, the farms on the Tuscan hillside fascinated me. I marveled at the space and land they had. Then I would remind myself I have as much land if not more. For a suspendedContinue reading “Cabin Built for One”

before the next fire season

…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”

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”