I read at Powell's City of Books for Smallpressapalooza. I've spent so many hours browsing the shelves of Powell's and now my little pink bummer and I are on one. I got to stand at this awesome fucking podium with my heart thumping out of my chest and share the words I wrote. Never would... Continue Reading →
Holly Golightly calls them "the mean reds." Sometimes they come in concurrence with the blues, which I guess makes them something like "the awkward purples." It makes me not want to leave bed or get any work done. I feel totally unmotivated and uninspired and that's been really rough because there are things to do... Continue Reading →
Tonight I'm running off more mini zines and practicing for a reading tomorrow (2/27) at the Jade Lounge that is centered around the thing we idealize the shit out of but barely understand: Love. The good, the bad, the morbidly grotesque. We'll cover it all. Music, stories, poetry and more. I'll also be reading... Continue Reading →
"It was important to me to represent the people in this book as authentically as I could. They aren’t just characters, they are people that I love. So more than my revealing them through storytelling, they revealed themselves to me during a time of tragedy. And if I’m going to try to show other people... Continue Reading →
On the two year anniversary of my sobriety I take a long walk and set out on a day devoted to rewarding myself and celebrating this huge thing I did. At lunch I sit facing a window, eating Al Pastor and watching the rain fall. Behind me are two groups of women who take turns... Continue Reading →
Had an astral daytime slumber party with Leza Cantoral for the CLASH Media podcast this weekend. We talked about my novella, GLUE, mermaid hair/beards, Portland strip club aesthetics, biker culture, my dad's role in said culture, zines, Ladybox Books and a lot of other stuff! We had a great time chatting and probably could have... Continue Reading →
featuring/co-written by Garrett Cook I love you very much but I’m afraid we can’t do this because you are full of bullet holes I love you, but you’re on fire I love you, but you’re radioactive I love you, but I don’t love you I love you, but I’m actually the girl in middle school... Continue Reading →
I woke up with a brutal migraine and this song in my head. I'm not sure if they are directly related. https://youtu.be/6NXnxTNIWkc Reviews and book photos (Glue Pix!) have been trickling in and they make my black heart swell. On top of the official reviews, some of my favorite feedback has come in the... Continue Reading →
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