Portland is filled with great coffee, food, and beauty. Here are some of my favorites. DM me with any questions. And I really hope you have an amazing time in Portland and magical experiences at XO!

Food Coffee Smoothies:

SE: Dinger’s Deli, Rudy’s Pizza, The Sweet Hereafter, Maruti, Fermenter, Kati Thai, Best Friend, Virtuous Pie, Kure, Aviv, Canteen, Pokemon, Nostrana, Pyro Pizza, Food Fight

NE : The Bye & Bye, Sudra

SW: Ichiza, Departure

NW: Deadstock

Shopping: Herbivore (SE), Tender Loving Empire (multiple locations including the airport!), Powell’s (NW), Lisa Congdon Art & Illustration Shop (N), Unspoken (NW), Outlet (NE), Olo (SE), Palace (E), Seven Sisters (E), Little Otsu (SE)

Walks: N Mississippi Avenue, SE Hawthorne Boulevard, E & W Waterfront including the Hawthorne Bridge, SE Mt. Tabor Park, SE Laurelhurst Park

PS If you want to buy You Think You Know Me it’s available in Portland at Powell’s, Herbivore, Guardian Games, Land, Tender Loving Empire (downtown & airport locations), and Red Castle! (((Or you can buy it directly from me and I’ll probably cut you a sweet deal.)))  Thank you! xoxoxoxoxo!

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Why are you mad that I don’t fall

over the size of an orange

an orange

an orange

Is gonna stick with me

You don’t need to see my bruises

the shape and color my skin makes

under the pressure of snakes

I think about tugboats- how strong they are

and then I wonder if you’ll look younger after he dies.

In my mind you were stretched out like dough, I was too- I had done it to myself. already.

You generously brought the armored fox and pink eyes. Gold. soft and tired.

We didn’t bounce, we pulled- it didn’t hurt (I think we both didn’t want it to hurt anymore.)

I wore camouflage, but not to hide.

We bent time, shared raspberries, filled our space. without long limbs, it wasn’t enough (it couldn’t be) the most and only break was in the goodbye.

 

He said, “Honey, I’m so sorry but we can’t fight this.”

Across the street from this place in 1978 there was a little moment of paradise

a new cherry tree and a silly baby wearing her father’s leather gloves as slippers

There were once ocean dreams

rising over thoughtful flower gardens

But the hazardous body

does what the body wants and

a slow smoke had entered to stay.

 

He said, “Honey, you’re not going to make it out of here.”

She was soft

She was stalling

She definitively ordered,

“Resolve All Issues.”

She’s grey

with blue light

pulsing every last bit of life

around her final room

We feel our own floating feet

see her clear eyes

trapped under a breathing machine

She only wants a cold icy drink

and peace for the people she’s leaving

Give her what you can

Give her what you can

Why do you want to sit with me

In the rain

On the Fourth of July

And tell me I’m wonderful

ask questions about my life

and my heart

With a barely there fire

fireworks too soggy to light

You’re the first man I trust

You listen and make me feel that maybe

I’ll be alright

Under dark dripping trees

voices echo across the holiday lake

So why do you get angry over matching shirts

during a European summer

I was lead to believe we were close

That we could be lost together in ancient ruins in northern Spain

It’s no longer like the Fourth of July

Lilac fire, you grow

You climb

You cling

You let go

You won’t return to the burn

Pink fire, you smolder

You’re quiet

You’re strong

Your reach is high

Your reach is wide

Black fire, you do what you want

To the orange groves

To the avocado trees

To the horses

To the rabbits

Ash sky, I see you’re patient

I smell lavender smoke

I taste what has disappeared

I hear nothing from you

I wait

Made a deer from driftwood

I smile when I think of

The truth

I don’t like how you treat me

I don’t like how you make me feel

I was late for December

Sharp mountains

Made a journal of patience in the sky

A horizon read, “I was here.

I was calm”

It’s magic when New York feels small

I know each of your smiles

A prayer for sugar

warm cheeks

and cookies

To sustain the fox

Save the straps

I hear the winds of demise

It’s an unfulfilled clock

with a baby duck

And an unexpected

     miraculous champion