Tag: Art

Mountain Rain

Up here, the rain might not end. The mountains yank it down. Leaves, thistles, and remnants of yarrow, who only months ago relinquished their hold on the land, now find themselves pummeled into a wet carpet. You walk cautiously. You think of snow. A… Continue Reading “Mountain Rain”

Weathered Shirts

He wears rocker shirts. Wears one for a couple weeks straight. Mötley Crüe, Maiden, Def Leppard. After a while, they turn into a fuzzy beige, frayed, stretched, slept in. Matches his forehead above them, receding hairline, exposing a weathered field of grease and veins.… Continue Reading “Weathered Shirts”

Ruins Near A Waterfall

Snippets of blue and clouds Poke through rafters That once held meaning. Still, something walks Within the ruins Weathered old boots…and Ashen hands, brushing Stone, steel, and rust Feeling along debris As if it were night In the summer shade.   Outside, where tourists… Continue Reading “Ruins Near A Waterfall”

The 99 Cent Lady

Her eyes…opaque. If you look into them, she won’t return your greeting. Her sight fixes upon someone who’s not there, as if the air holds a face that no one can see except for her. In words you don’t trust, she tells you what… Continue Reading “The 99 Cent Lady”

Wishpoosh

Denny and I, with his Wasco legs, inside Gifford Pinchot… Late, when the dust of the gravel road settles, fast, into black… We cup our hands, to make an old whistle, like the hoot of an owl To settle our minds, to settle our… Continue Reading “Wishpoosh”

Looking For Goldilocks

  We’re measuring distant planets By the flutter of their stars By the flicker of the light That lies Next to their circumference   Abstracting them down Into analyzation Bringing them up to surface Through <code> </code> To words, pictures, and meanings   To… Continue Reading “Looking For Goldilocks”

Tectonic Plates

Cathy is in the twilight heat Before the summer night Moves like tectonic plates. She tells me stories Of shooting people in Vietnam During the war   The rifle she used is under her bed. I saw it when she asked me To feed… Continue Reading “Tectonic Plates”

Cape Disappointment

Here, Saddle Mountain from a distance is a few uneven bumps. The jetties appear as pencil marks, drawn outwards towards the sea. The river wants to keep going, to stretch beyond the haze.  A few old growths dot the forest, challenging the wind. They’re… Continue Reading “Cape Disappointment”

Clay

The shape of our sculptures The flaws in their forms The brittleness of their glaze The density of their mass The allure of kilns     Click on image to enlarge. “Formation”            

The Known

There is this quiet motion When wind brushes trees, Branches bend, a timeless marriage… When there are the smells of summer, Sticky pine and soft cedar… When rivers are a language, Creeping through echoes of green… When shadows move, slow, deliberate Undecided between dream… Continue Reading “The Known”

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