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…
Keepsake We wear smooth all beloved things, even though life itself might fail from overuse, from all that touches us…