New Blue

Ring: old, borrowed, and blue.

Recently, I attended a short class on memoir led by Scott Korb. Our assignment was to bring objects that were old, borrowed, and blue (Scott provided us with the ‘something new’). The class was mostly generative, but before we started writing we talked about how each person’s individual consciousness shapes their particular voice.

In retrospect, I found it freeing to write a personal essay that focused on specific objects. I learned to give myself over to the thing outside of myself. I followed the threads, allowing for chance comparisons to arise, and trusted that the connections would reveal themselves.

I appreciated that we wrote these pieces in a different order than the wedding rhyme from which this writing prompt is referencing. Below is what I wrote, unedited. I like the idea that this piece will live as a relic of the class.


The ring was passed down to her from another person, I know not who. It is old, though, aged in the way that only items passed down can be. It reminds me of the rings passed down in my family—the ones my great-grandmother made with her bare hands. But this ring is not of my family. It may or may not be my friend’s great grandmother’s ring, I do not know. I can see that it is old because the silver is tarnished. The teeth that grip the blue stone, sunken. I imagine this ring has known many hands, hands that are now of the earth.


These hands that are now of the earth ask after the ring. They ask my friend to pass it down as a type of remembrance. But my friend does not pass down, not today. She slips me the ring—she passes along, passes over. Her sharing is not a type of preserving, but a conversation. With an open palm, she says: “Here, take this.”

New: Post card provided by Scott.


In class, I study a post card. It is a photo of the Aging Cellars at Olympia Brewing Company. There are two rows of white tanks and two long, white hoses that snake over a shiny brick floor. Halogen lights and a grey door in the distance. Half-way down the line, a man, dressed in all white, holds a clipboard and examines a tank. He makes note of what he sees.


My friend has just told me that she can’t hold it all—her many selves and the many people for whom she cares. She cannot store it. I take note. I sit next to her and give her my hand, drawn up from the earth. I say that I love her, but I’m late for a class, and I still need to find items that are old, borrowed, and blue. She slips the ring from her hand and says: “Here. Take this.”

Fall Apart: Winter Revisions

Undone Weaving

Greetings friends,

Today concludes another writing retreat. I arrived with thirteen short stories to revise and have successfully completed that task.

Jessica's studio: view of the little window near the writing nook, the hobbit entrance, J's many books, the lovely porch, and an old photo of a woman writing.

Jessica’s studio: view of the little window near the writing nook, the hobbit entrance, J’s many books, the lovely porch, and an old photo of a woman writing.

My dear friend Jessica Henkle offered me her quiet little flat for four days. This is the third writing retreat that has come to fruition solely because I have some very generous friends. [Note to writers, artists, or PhD students seeking a silent space to focus: friends often leave town during winter or summer holiday and are usually looking for house-sitters, plant-sitters, or pet-sitters. Take them up on it! Unless they have a houseful of rabbits or ululating neighbors, you will likely get work done.] This time has been very productive. I loved waking up in Jessica’s studio, the writing nook awaiting. Also, a great boon to staying in the home of a bibliophile: all the books, quotes, broadside poems, and old photos displayed provided no shortage for inspiration.

As I mentioned, the focus of this retreat was to revise a manuscript of short stories. The concept for this collection—what I’m currently calling Fall Apart—came when I was driving to Eugene for a writing retreat last winter. Actually, it started with an image similar to the photo at the beginning of this post. Years ago, I saw an exhibit of textiles, and one piece—a weaving of a sunset, partially finished, with many colors of string dangling at the bottom—resurfaced in my memory during this drive. My idea was to write stories about people who are unraveling and to pay close mind to the beauty of both form (their organized lives) and chaos (the moments when they let go and fall apart). In keeping with this theme, I wanted to experiment with allowing the form of the writing itself to “fall apart”—in some stories this is subtle; in others it’s overt. Anyhow, now that it’s nearly complete, I’m excited to share the concept, and, with any hope, see it to print someday.

The writing nook, a view on a walk, and me with broadside poem and photos.

The writing nook, a view on a walk, and me with broadside poem and photos.

So much about writing process is about creating restraint and then breaking free of those restraints, but these past four days of revision have been an exercise in restraint and restraint only. I should have known that this retreat would be all work, no play. My time was spent reviewing feedback, revising paragraphs, rewriting introductions and conclusions, and meticulously editing each sentence and word to the best of my ability. The only “breaking free” I was able to manage was a glass of wine after dinner (Ha! A glass. The bottle I brought for the weekend was finished after the first evening). Despite all this complaining, today I am feeling at ease. I am glad I took some time to struggle through it all, and, ultimately, I am thankful for the privilege.

This privilege is largely due to having a wonderful full-time job and supportive fiancé—which brings me to my next update. Fall was a whirlwind for me with the new job and the engagement, so I have very little else to report except: Hey, I have health insurance! and Check it out, I’m getting married! That being said, I did spend the bulk of yesterday writing cover letters and submitting stories to literary journals. So, don’t worry. I’m sure my summer update will include lots of shameless self-promotion.

In the meantime, I will conclude with some of my favorite quotes on writing that best reflect my current mood:

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
 ―Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings 
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” 
―Ernest Hemingway 
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” 
―Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.” 
―Robert Frost 
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” 
―Franz Kafka 
“The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words.” 
―William Gass, A Temple of Texts
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”

 ―William Wordsworth 

Summer Retreat

Hello, friends:


I am delighted to report that I have returned from a brief summer writing retreat rejuvenated and inspired! A dear friend of mine, Tai Carmen, offered her beautiful home and office space (see above) for a two-person weekend writing intensive. The retreat proved to be wholly restorative and helped remind me that creative immersion and dialogue are necessary parts of the writing process. Whereas my winter retreat was generative in the amount of new work I produced, this summer retreat was regenerative. After working all winter and spring on writing/revising (as well as teaching, editing, and the daily work of life), I noticed my creative drive had depleted. It wasn’t until this retreat that I realized I hadn’t had an intensive, sustained creative exchange with another artist since graduating from Pacific University’s MFA program in 2009. Being able to spend a weekend engaging in meaningful conversations about writing/art/philosophy/life, sharing delicious meals, listening to music, and walking through the woods with a kindred writer did wonders to stimulate my creative mind. Understanding this, I will now make it a goal to book two retreats a year: one solitary, one collective.

Overall, it has been a summer full of writing, reading, music, and conversation. I was honored to discuss writing with Wayne Potter and fellow author and friend Neva Cavataio on Wayne’s radio program, Keeping Kurrent. You can listen to that interview here. I have been glad to have a little extra time to attend art events in Portland recently as well; I was wowed by the performances of Orquestra Pacifico Tropical and Gulls at PDX Pop Now!, and I also had the chance to attend two stunning readings/performances: (1.) Poetry Press Week, which showcased the wonderful work of Albert Goldbarth, Zachary Schomburg, Carl Adamshick, Julia Claire Tillinghast, KMA Sullivan, Chrys Tobey, Zubair Ahmed, and Veronica Martin; (2.) PURE SURFACE, a performance series that combines movement, text, and film, which highlighted excerpts from the beautiful and heartbreaking poem “Verso” by Brandi Katherine Herrera.

For fall, I plan to continue working on my new story collection, currently titled Fall Apart, which I started last winter and have been revising this summer. In addition, I will be starting my first term as a full-time writing instructor and faculty member at Chemeketa Community College and look forward to continuing to work with students and faculty.

And, with any luck, I will be able to take another writing retreat this winter!

Warm wishes and happy writing,


Fruit in the Days of Darkness


Fruit in the Days of Darkness

Greetings everyone,

Now that fall is over, and my teaching load has lightened, I am excited to get back to work on my own creative projects. In December, a friend generously lent me her tiny house for a three-day writing retreat.unnamed [If you are interested in this sweet little place, or the tiny house movement, visit aatinyhouse blog (a wonderfully written archive of April’s tiny house undertaking, complete with the nut-and-bolts practicality of the project, as well as philosophical, environmental, and literary insights into creating “new” from old).] The retreat prompted a whole new collection of short stories, which I will be working on in the coming months.

As always, Portland’s literary, music, and art communities are booming, and I feel fortunate to be surrounded by so many creative people. Specifically, I have been frequenting two reading series this past summer/fall: (1.) Bad Blood, an excellent poetry series that convenes in a wood/metal workshop, where word-craft mingles with the distant grinding of saws and the clanging of metal lathes, and (2.) Gridlords, a monthly comics performance and reading series which always offers fascinating, entertaining, and experimental works of image and text. I also remain a big PDX music fan, and recently downloaded a mass of awesome FREE local albums off Wants to Give You.  Deer or the Doe, Point Juncture, WA, Team Evil, Jana Osta, Swim Swam Swum, Pluvial. Check ’em out. It’s free! In addition, I was honored to help with some final edits on a script for the local musical, Aika & Rose: A Supernatural Star-crossed Teen Lesbian Love Story, which will be performed at Headwaters Theater January 16th – January 25th.

I was such a Gridlords follower that they kindly offered me a slot to read last summer. In addition to the reading, I had this wonderful conversation with Gridlordian Lillie Craw, where we discussed constraint and freedom in the creative process, superfluous writing rituals, and Foucault.

For this winter, I am excited to announce that I will continue teaching writing classes at Chemeketa Community College, while also working on this new collection of short stories that emerged during my short retreat. I even have a reading scheduled for soft show, on February 4th at the Blue Monk. If you are in Portland, I would love to see you there!

Take care, everyone, and let me know about the news in your world!

Best wishes,