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The Thread: On Justice
I can’t speak, but I can scream. On May 21, 2019, I went with five thousand other Portlanders to a downtown park, and I yelled and wept and raged against the abortion bans. I listened to speakers from...
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The Thread: Art Monsters
I wake up every day at 5 a.m. to write. I greet the lingering darkness, and sit in my office as it gradually fills with the peachy light of sunrise. It’s a habit I started years ago when I was trying...
View ArticleCall for Submissions: On Monsters
There are monsters in my daughter’s room. When she was younger, I would use lavender mist as “anti-monster spray.” Now, when she’s worried about a shadow, she goes to fetch the spray herself and takes...
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I grew up in a small, rural town where riding bikes until sunset was no big deal. We took ourselves trick-or-treating once we were old enough to tell time, running from house to house in a pack,...
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Celebrating Queer Portland: A Conversation with Claire Rudy Foster
When I was asked to interview Foster about their forthcoming short story collection, Shine of the Ever, I clapped my hands together and wiggled in my chair. We had not yet met, which is surprising...
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The Thread: Ghosts at the Door
I remember watching the white Bronco driving down an empty freeway, followed by a police escort. My grandparents’ den. Sitting on the soft beige carpet. We had just arrived for a visit and found my...
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Hearing a Novella/Reading an Album: Talking with Katharine Coldiron
Katharine Coldiron is my brilliant friend. She’s a phenomenal book critic, an insightful essayist, and, with the publication of her novella, Ceremonials, forthcoming from KERNPUNKT Press in early 2020,...
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The Thread: Hairy Mary Full of Grace
Her feet and hands and face are bare, but the rest of her is covered in waves of light brown hair. It’s not matted, not animal, not thick like a pelt, although it covers her like fur. Soft wiggles,...
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The Thread: Lacuna
Lacuna (n.): a blank or missing portion of a manuscript, from Latin lacuna “hole, pit,” figuratively “a gap, void, want,” diminutive of lacus “pond, lake; hollow, opening. I was in love with the...
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No Resolutions: Talking with Lidia Yuknavitch
On a blustery, wet December night, Lidia Yuknavitch snuggles next to me on a loveseat. We’re in a low-lit Portland wine bar, tucked under the stairs. We order wine, and agree that when there’s burrata,...
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