This year—2017—I sensed, early on, it’d be the kind of year that would go best if I gave the horse her head & let her run. I was starting a full-time job, snow had stalled the Pacific Northwest, we were about to have this new… president. So I loosened the reins. I left my stash […]Read Post ›
A Flit of Timely Desire: To write a short post for Blog A. Motivated. Goes to site, logs in, opens page to create post. Sees avatar, which will display with post: Thinks, “Oh, right: I was going to change my avatar pic.” Logs in to Gravatar. Uploads: Done. Or could be, but, clicks on Gravatar Profile. It […]Read Post ›
If you follow Portland’s bike and transit news, you know that conflicts on the Springwater multi-use path have been in the news. It’s a pretty big story for some who live in the area, as well as for some who profit by the area (see #19). But I find some of the smaller details around […]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 ›
I’ll assume, if you’re one of the many people now advocating in an outspoken way for tougher gun control laws, that you might be getting pretty frustrated that right wing (or left wing, for that matter) gun and 2nd Amendment advocates won’t back down and admit that you might be right that tougher gun laws […]Read Post ›
In which I remember that photography’s a kind of semi-fiction anyway, so I leave the photos out. With their imagined interpretations, perceptions, projections. Even mayoral photo-op shots are truth with lie, both at once. Juxtaposed with street photos, it’s easy not to know which is which… It was morning, and I was out at W. […]Read Post ›
Rediscovered these first lines to a novel I once started: “It’s hard to know how I got here, where here is, or even how long it’s been. I guess the only thing I know these days are the facts.” I had a pretty good laugh when I came across that little tidbit in my old […]Read Post ›
Each year I use birthday money to buy a fresh pair of running shoes. It’s a favorite ritual of mine. I’ve been a runner since I can remember. At age two, during my aunt’s wedding reception, I ran straight into a cement outdoor planter, initiating my running career with two black eyes. At nine in […]Read Post ›
When you’ve decided to go the self-publishing route, as I have, you cut out the middle man: The “Book Publisher.” You also cut out the agent and maybe even the editor. That doesn’t mean they stop talking to you, er, they are you. When 5 o’clock is approaching and the book still isn’t ready to […]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 ›
