Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I...– Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
everyone is from deep shade.
Whenever I need the name of a place, I use the same name as a stand in for the eventual location: I call that place Deep Shade. Often Deep Shade is in Oregon, and its either a city or a small town or the name of a suburb or neighborhood, sometimes its a patch of wilderness like a small coastal mountain or an Eastern valley. The name Deep Shade struck me about four years ago as I struggled to get...
“Take a percocet and let’s just go.” Ollie flipped his phone open to check the time again, though surely the minute hadn’t rolled over yet since the last time he looked. “What percocet,” Wilder monotoned, attempting to vice her temples between two index fingers and making no move to ready herself for leaving. “The percocet in your bathroom.” He...
Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object...– Anne Michaels
darkened apartment lit frenetically by the television, shadows sparring on the walls behind the silhouettes of bookshelves, books of varying heights and the lamp, bent around the face of the clock and a framed poster or a neglected cork board. the sound of this vision is muted: I don’t hear anything but the absence rattling around my head, the aching, greedy, prying absence which has...