Lots rolling around in the old noggin but what else is new. A friend of mine who I’ve never met from the Internet sent me three books in the mail. I have a few creepers about, but in this case there’s no agenda; dude was just being nice. What a blast to get a secret [...]
Entries Tagged as 'missoula'
under the overpass.
August 31st, 2011 · 5 Comments · Uncategorized
When it’s 1 in the morning and you walk up to the gas station counter with a can of spaghettios, a single serving packet of Advil PM and a bottle of Barefoot brand Cabernet Sauvignon for $4.99, you’re not fooling anybody. You’re a sad sack, dude. So yeah, that was me 15 minutes ago. I [...]
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greetings from hardback.
May 18th, 2011 · 4 Comments · Uncategorized
Life is moving a little too fast for my tastes but young professionals adapt. And we’re not that young, Molly. And we’re not getting any younger. And there’s a big black cloud coming up over the mountains out the window facing the parking lot of a coffee shop called Hardback adjacent to a Hastings in [...]
April 15th.
April 15th, 2011 · 2 Comments · Uncategorized
Dear Diary, Haven’t written you in weeks. Can’t sleep. Afraid of the sun. Sure I’m probably busy with the end of the semester and editing my thesis and teaching my class, but not really. I’m afraid to write because the stakes are high and I’m paralyzed. Graduating from college blows. I hated it when I [...]
I wasn’t sleeping on the english dept couch…
November 8th, 2010 · 1 Comment · Uncategorized
I was resting my eyes. Up until now I’ve reserved this space for my own writing, but surely that can extend to work about me? My friend Nathan Yrizarry read this as an introduction to a reading I gave in Missoula this last weekend. It was really special and I want to keep it here [...]
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Michigan to Montana
August 22nd, 2009 · No Comments · Uncategorized
THE DRIVE My mother and I couldn’t get over it. We were inside the patchwork landscape, entirely different from flying over it, and I for one was terrified. ”Where do they buy things?” My mother wanted to know. ”They must drive an hour each way to the store.” The Cows, numerous as they were, [...]
