"May you have an interisting life." is an ancient curse.
I was raised on the Confederated Salish and Kootani Indian Reservation in Western Montana. I joined the Army when I was 18 and became an intelligence analyist. I went to schools in the south, and in Arizona before I was stationed in Texas and joined a Pentecostal church. I spent a year in Korea. I got out of the army for two years and starved. I went back in as a desiel mechanic. I was stationed in Texas, and served in Iraq. I got out again and worked for government contractors. I buckled under the constant strain of being so close to the "war machine" and fled to quiet cool Oregon two years ago where I stayed with my brother on a houseboat on the river before I got my own place in the city.
My soul feels worn out. I write to escape, not to confront reality.
Interests walking, drawing, reading, eating at the cafe, fishing, gardening
Favorite Books My Antonia, The Princess Bride, The Hobbit, NO.1 Ladies Detective Agency...
Favorite Authors James Harriot, JRR Tolken, CS Lewis, JK Rowling...
Favorite Movies I'm not a movie watcher...I thought the recient Le Miserables with ...Crow was good...I cried.
Favorite Music Country, Folk...Suzzane Vega, Mary Chapen Carpenter
I move through the interstitial layers, I smoke in the basement, I write in the margins, and grow in the cracks I'm lost and I'm looking, all around the edges, and I'll never find more than a crumb because it's designed that way They say I've lost thirty-percent of my mind, but not the main part I'm only seen when there aren't many people around, I'm only heard by accident I don't speak, unless someone speaks to me, but w...
It's so noisy during the day When all the humans are out with their planes and their trains, trucks, guns, and boats How do you think during the day when all the humans are out playing music, sky-diving, motorcycle riding, talking real loud through surround sound How do you sleep during the day when all the humans are out power-washing windows and building new roads, yelling at children, and dogs and rogues. How do you...
My first crush was a fat boyHe had beautiful green eyesHe played the pianoHe is gay - of course, he isBut I think that's part of why I loved himHe didn't need anything from meNot enough to behave badly.My heart squiggles around nervously in my chestEvery time the phone ringsDid some creep get my number and want to harass me?Is some bill overdue?Does my boss want me to work today?No, it's just a silly little telemarketerTr...