Tag: Oregon

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”

Footprints

These cold hills stand unconcerned of what walks beneath them. Snow, that made it through the day’s rain, will be covered by night’s newest layer of white. But here today, the rain collects upon the trail. Footprints lie scattered. There are recent ones, still… Continue Reading “Footprints”

Wet Pine Needles

Running the brittle floor—upon leaves settled to soil. With mild hands wandering—through air and pressed sunlight. Becoming branches—breaching the film of moist sky. Clinging to winter’s sun—lucent thoughts, fictile. Moving with the wildness—of the warm, fragile body. Its abstractions of molds—ravines, dips, and death.… Continue Reading “Wet Pine Needles”

The Town That Fell Into The Sea

The ocean hides, sitting low like the winter sun. Its sound seeps through knolls Through sand, vine, and footprints Through trees rooted in confused snarl Threading lightly between our anonymous hands Our faces washed away   Until the lights of Highway 101 Reattach themselves… Continue Reading “The Town That Fell Into The Sea”

Early Chill

The sun is dull today, grey clouds and a cold, cold rain. Thrushes scatter from tree to tree…scolding me. Witch hazel fades to orange, then red. Oak leaves are starved skeletons and thistles appear as brittle, brown tubes. The spring with its wild water,… Continue Reading “Early Chill”

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August 17th, 2019, Portland Oregon

I just want my coffee and a blueberry muffin. Don’t close shop yet, I’ll give you a good tip. You’re afraid, I can see it in your eyes, you want to leave, and you will leave, I have to arrive. You see, I’m the… Continue Reading “August 17th, 2019, Portland Oregon”

July 10, 2015, Rockaway Beach

      The Tillamook Rescue Combed the waves for him Jet ski bucking the tide With a rider attached to a trailer. Back and forth they zigzagged I watched their orange suits Bobbing on the reflections of the sun A constant twinkle of… Continue Reading “July 10, 2015, Rockaway Beach”

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