Anna’s hummingbird, that I’ve ceased to feed sugar. Red-breasted sapsucker, leading me sidewalk-tree to sidewalk-tree in a May distraction display, like killdeer do. The nest isn’t in these stunted curb trees; more likely the old trunk of a wetland tree behind us. Crows swallow at something in the road, buoyant and ready to abort mission. […]Read Post ›
Yesterday was the Holiday Cheer book fair at the Oregon Historical Society. I was there with my book of poetry & Portland photography, and I can’t believe, after nearly 20 years in Oregon, more than 10 of which were in Portland, that I’d never been to OHS! Please go sometime, if you haven’t been—it’s a […]Read Post ›
My most respected poetry teachers and colleagues warned me away from writing “political poetry.” I secretly loved that these same individuals, while staying away from writing about politics—or at least masterfully disguising their political poems—happened to be quite willing to discuss the latest white house offerings and right-wing politician scandals, especially over dark beer in […]Read Post ›
