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Live at KEXP: This Is the Kit

I stood ten feet away from Kate Stables in the front row of an audience that barely totaled twenty people, and yet This Is the Kit wasn’t playing for us. They didn’t even know we were there.

Out and Back

And I realized these are the first things: not medals or adventures, but the cinch of laces around a foot and reliable slide of mud and bitter perfume of sweat rising like smoke off shoulders.

The Death of What You Thought Was Your Soul

The last time I knew who I was I had acne, four AP classes, and a Bible in my senior photos.

The Onion That Is Our Waste Systems

We stood on an extension of a natural butte, but under the topsoil was a thousand feet of trash.

On Owning Guns

Whenever I tell people about this hunting trip, about my family’s tradition for the past ten years, I share it with a blend of defiance, pride, and defensiveness.

A Goodness

A few days later I was back in Seattle and it felt like coming home, like jumping into your bed’s cold sheets and warming them as you fall asleep. I feel bad about that, for loving two places at once.

Still, Still, Still Simmering

Still, Still, Still Simmering

by | Sep 6, 2017

Wildfires ravage and Irma bears down and nuclear tests keep happening, and I am heavy bored.

With Spies Like This, Who Needs Russia?

With Spies Like This, Who Needs Russia?

OBJECTIVE: Gather information, determine daily movements of subject

You’re More Loving Than You Think You Are

You’re More Loving Than You Think You Are

Will cried when the sentences turned to me. “I’m just going to say one thing,” he said, and he had to stop for a while. “Because you’ll know what I mean by it,” and he had to stop again.



I was once told the way that my eyebrows slope down symbolizes wisdom, but it looks like sadness, which might be the same thing.