Portland Postcard Stories – Part Two


13th September 2014 – Hilary Copeland

 “Christine is also writing a book about Native American myths. She tells no one at work. Native American myth books are a dime a dozen at the library, almost as popular as Sci Fi and crime fiction. All the other librarians are writing books about motor vehicles and Republicanism, exploiting the unexplored margins of Portland life. Christine stays late at work most evenings, sketching dream catchers and fierce-faced wolf children by flashlight, for fear that the other librarians will find her and mock her quietly in the reference section.”

14th September 2014 – Claire Buswell

 “I work in a store which sells only doors. There are dozens of doors –both indoor and outdoor varieties- mounted against our walls, suspended on strings from our ceiling, like portals to another dimension. Late at night, when the store is shut, I work my way from the front to the back, opening every door in turn and there is nothing behind our doors but walls and other doors in a variety of colours and designs. Yet the inclination to knock and enter has never left me.”

15th September 2014 – Andy and Holly Eaton

 “On the last hot day of summer she spent an entire afternoon wandering the fiction aisles at Powell’s City of Books. Spying old enemies and paperback friends, alphabetized on the shelves, she left notes between their pages. “This one’s a war,” and “this one will feel like a slow hand shake,” and so on, and so on, ‘til her pen ran out of ink and she hoped they would be discovered by people who had also lost their way home.”

15th September 2014 – Helena Waldron

“Can you tell me about your veggie burger?” asks the lady in the diner.

She is ordering for her 3 year old, who is otherwise preoccupied, pouring the contents of his water glass over the napkin dispenser.

“Umm,” replies the server, “it’s just like a regular veggie burger. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

(This, it should be noted, in cities less progressive than Portland, Oregon, would be considered a perfectly adequate response). The woman orders sweet potato fries with ranch dressing, on the side.”


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