Category Archives: writing
people don’t want the truth, they just want a particular concept or ‘brand’ you represent
We moved to Patagonia because we thought we could raise our daughter here in a culture and in a way that didn’t exist back in the US.
That doesn’t mean that we “like it better” necessarily.
There are things I like about here more than I like there.
There are things I like about there more [...]
what i did on a Sunday up until dinner
Woke up around 9. Made coffee. Wrote for at least an hour. Heard the girls yell “papa frita.” Got back in bed with them.¹ Told them I had to work 30 minutes more. Started working on remix of TV show idea. Felt anxious. Distracted myself with internet literary magazines. Read about an HBO show called [...]
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Fencepost Juxtaposition
There are so many reasons people are unhappy.
I think one reason comes from not inhabiting where you live.
I thought this yesterday as I was painting fenceposts with this kind of ashpalt-paint. Getting them ready to be put in the ground.
I kept painting and thinking about ground and houses and buildings built on top [...]
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machete fragment
I just got back from the land with layla. I was machete-ing the thistles and mosqueta. Layla stood in the wind eating fennel. We had a hard night last night. She’s leaving mami’s breast. She sees mami and papi fighting. When I was a kid what I hated the most was seeing my parents fight. [...]
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sometimes I feel good
Photo: Laura Bernhein
[leftover notes from 12/26/09]
Right where the dirt road ends and the asphalt begins an RV–newish, clean, long, out of place on this road–turns the corner at San Martin and I see the logo of the PanAmerican Hwy from Alaska to down here in Patagonia.
I think about what it would feel like to stitch [...]
what I’d be doing if I weren’t here
As always it’s the split life. Yesterday we had it all put together for a bit as we explored the Rio Azul for the first time as a family. We got dropped off above Camping Dona Rosa and then hiked upstream to Hue Nain. This is the section of river where Cristian Ferrer runs commercial [...]
the guy with the tape measure [and how as usual i look at people and think certain things and there´s always some other story]
The car is a mid 90s Jeep Cherokee with the sidewalls of the tires all worn away and patches of white showing through. They drive over the curb then drop down into a space you’d normally back into. The driver jumps out. He’s in his mid 30’s maybe. His hair is cut short and is [...]
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watering the grass
Watering the grass along the fence where mint is growing, the mint smell rises up as the water hits the leaves. I could be enjoying this or going insane, the two sometime being hard to tell apart. Adela is on the other side of the fence watering too. Elena, the old lady who lives behind, [...]
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a la chacra, a trabajar
It was about 8 pm and there would still be another 2 hours of light but it was cool now and good for working out in the fields. About 8 of the Colques, all kids between the ages of about 7 and 12 were walking past the house including Brisa and Noel. The one adult [...]
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el paisano