The truest thing that's ever been said about me was by my fourth grade teacher, "She talks too much and wanders about, out of her seat." Though I've wrestled various plots and characters in my life, I never get too far off that spine. You can find me at Twitter/Facebook/Instagram at iwritedeb.
651 words in 9 moments in 6 cities since June 2nd, 2014
Tillamook — Wrecked. Rusted. Ruined. Things wear out. You wake up one morning and wonder who’s lying next to you because they’ve lost their shine. You can hardly read their tags with all the changes that have gon...
Portland — I want to be heard, not seen. The tick of the clock on the wall. The rustle of leaves in wind. The snort of deer in the trees. But no, I want more. I want to be the voice in the loudspeaker. The advo...
Portland — It all depends on who’s watching. Which cloud they’re standing under. Sky, that chameleon, can’t decide if she likes Free Willy or Gallipoli. Somewhere, there is always sun. Just now, storms break low...
He's been gone 62 years. This shrine still stands.
Tree shadows, interior tent view.
Life goes on around her.
Rats. Can you smell them?
Mrs. Pileated Takes a Moment
Sky, that harlot, can't make up her mind what color to be.
Whether to be seen or not seen.