There are exactly four shops in town, and if you don’t blink, you might see them. That’s not what you’re here for, though. Follow the road as it winds through trees and orange-flagged property lines, and on the left — there. That stretch of hillside, untamed despite the trails woven through it. That slice of… Continue reading seabeck
Month: October 2017
oaks park, rowing, and a whole lot of rain
It’s 1:53 pm and Annika and I are camped out in Symposium Coffee. We never actually intended to come here — not to Symposium, not even to Tigard. But I suppose that’s what happens when a bus leaves you stranded. I should back up, probably. The day began far too early for a Saturday; we… Continue reading oaks park, rowing, and a whole lot of rain
female
my childhood was: frilly dresses and ballet buns on Sundays, proper tea parties with Nana on the daisy-specked lawn, princess stories hidden in the pages of pink-spined books. my childhood was also: catching minnows with grubby hands in a shallow stream, trampling through overgrown trails like a wild-child, smiling with s’mores-sticky fingers and dirt-smeared cheeks.… Continue reading female
sing sing sing
when you lead friends through the steps for their first time, you tell them that it’ll become more natural, this step-step-rockstep rhythm, until it’s like a heartbeat and they can’t scratch it out of their veins. you’ve seen it over and over, that fire light in people’s eyes as they stumble through the charleston for… Continue reading sing sing sing
first friday
It’s 7:30pm, the clouds above are pink-lined and glowing, and the streets of Newberg are just beginning to come alive. “What’s that?” Annika asks, mid-crosswalk. It turns out that ‘that’ is a stand of free bananas fosters. I clutch my styrofoam cup close to my chest, look at Sarah with wide eyes, and mouth what… Continue reading first friday
