Tag: Forest

The Lover and the Fool

Running through the mud, laughing like a feral forest child with no concept of language. My body, the only means of communication, flying down Macleay creek trail, passing the Witch’s House. I swear I float above the trail. Then on Wildwood, even the sounds…

Icarus

West Fork, Multnomah Creek, Larch Mountain, January 2019 (click on image to enlarge. More images can be found here.)    

Forest Spirit

Forest Spirit, Klickitat River, December 2018

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Running With The Forest

I cup my hands Dipping them into Cliff Creek…and am Taken back… by The clearness of the water So, I peer into the forest, for The creek’s source, The Coast Range. Realizing its spring is So near the cliff, that Plunges this newly born…

Running After The Rain

There have been times the rain abandoned me, Even though, the caress of clouds will always return I remember running in the forest, as I do now, after the rain The leaves left my clothing soaked.

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Distant Trees Know No Names

  The look feels the distance, travelling Upon waves of heat, blurring perception Future weeks are lost in the haze I am the lost street, blocks scrape my skin And cannot be disconnected, unplugged   I am only electricity, a time excuse For the…

The River (Portrait #1)

  The river– Cold, of a certain depth, certain speed, enough to conceal . Annie had freckles that hid frowns, dusty eyes—unmanageable red hair like wild wires sitting upon a strange round head. Pulling Jessie’s wet wrists, towards the water, hands slipped away. Annie…

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