As a writer, I just had to sit down and type this little mishap up. It was too visceral not to record. So here’s what happened. Last week, I turned on a lamp in the living room. Flash. The filament cracks to a surge of blue and the light bulb promptly dies. I unplug the […]
Was up late with the crickets the other night and couldn’t decide if I wanted to write or play with my markers, stamps, and paint pens. What happened? Runaway illustrated free verse.
A tiny portrait of life in Portland