The Harvest Moon Calls Us Again Past halfway from equator to northern pole, harvest moon drops so low it bounces…
Buttermilk Falls From this bare outcropping of stone, I watch the giddy river flee its headwaters beneath a canopy of…
Bolivar Ferry As we cross over the water, moon jellies clap the causeway, filmy, phosphorescent, Bolivar a black pearl of…
Elegy for Grit and Gumption A shack with an overhead door, a grimy window, an unspeakable john, and a back…
What I Miss --after Arianne True’s “Seattle Sonata” It’s hard to be in love with Portland these days. So much…
Holy Radishes & Other Acts of Desperation Close the drapes & cast a circle of salt. (I am not a…
Small Table in Evening Dusk --after Henri Le Sidaner's oil on canvas (1921) the small, round table set with two…