Category Archives: Writings

whoosis [ hoo-zis ]  nounan object or person whose name is not known or cannot be recalled. Whoosis is like whodunit, and yet it’s a oohs is. He is and she is. And more importantly, who is. Whoosis is that which escapes us. Houdini, a flash of a sparkler, backlighting the smoke. Was she ever even there?Continue reading “Pick a Word Poetry”

I don’t have a pen and paper. I wanted to wait until I did, but then that’s time I could use for something, someone else. Time at times is a commodity, a precious shell fragile and porcelain that I must coddle and value. I am writing now on a laptop, my fingers moving consistently withoutContinue reading “Free Write: A Writing Exercise”

I guiltily drove my dad’s gas-guzzling pickup truck a handful of blocks to Fred Meyer. I thought about walking but it was cold and I didn’t bring my coat. Once there, the oddity of a fully dressed fireman, fitted with a helmet, heavy pants, and coat appeared to be climbing up the side of theContinue reading “Don’t Care”

I almost pulled the trigger on this https://seattle.craigslist.org/see/rvs/d/silverdale-1989-chevy-g20-get-away/7717025104.html conversion camper van. In July, I’ll need a home on wheels to jet me and my plants across the country. Thankfully, I have a level-headed partner whose scrunched face, in response to my “Yes, it’ll also be my daily,” was all that was needed to make meContinue reading “Running Down a Dream”

It’s never a three handfuls of conditioner shower—well, until tonight. With every tug, I took the large-toothed comb to my knots. The snarls snarled back, and I, like a lion tamer, held the line. My thoughts were equally gnarly, filled with hard-hitting questions. As each knot loosened itself, so did I. My final answer: IContinue reading “Talking Trash”

Still in the process of clearing eye gunk, I shuffled to the bathroom for my morning sit down. At first, the brown floater looked like an unflushed remnant from the night before. Only with a wiry tail and whiskers, my mind shifted to Sherlock mode. Not unlike the Buckley Log Show where I’d watch loggersContinue reading “Toilet Tales”

Love, Jaclynn

You look sad, I thought, of the long vining plant in my bathroom before giving it a large gulp of water. I’m really good, right?! Like, at noticing the subtle shift of the leaves from high-five Yippee to a limp hand shake. I can’t believe I once actually killed plants from my misunderstanding of theirContinue reading “Power Problems”

I had a cool session with a mother and daughter today. Asking what they wanted to talk about, the daughter shrugged and the mom went for it straight as an arrow. Upright, as if a robot sharing its directive, she spoke as though she were forcing a circle into a square, and referring to herContinue reading “Relational Resonance”