Cantrip and Loveletter
I’ve started putting together images for the new body of work, Cantrips and Loveletter, trying to mix raw images into something meaningful. At the moment it does feel a bit like hitting one’s head against the… Continue reading
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Goodbye Blue Sky
Just a few images of clouds taken while dodging raindrops and one of the finished poems from the new body of work which now has the working title of Cantrip and Loveletter… August… Continue reading
Sacrificial Bonfire
“Let’s see the very thing and nothing else. Let’s see it with the hottest fire of sight. Burn everything not part of it to ash. Trace the gold sun about the whitened sky… Continue reading
After the Storm…
This weekend, Portland was uncharacteristically covered over with a layer of snow and ice which derailed plans, brought an strange silence to the city, and gave a lot of us a break from… Continue reading
brið
Tattooed inside my upper left arm, easy to see as needed, is a single word tucked into waves, brið. Partly because I’m a bit of a language geek and partly because of a silly… Continue reading
How Cold the Branches Bear…
…the morning dark beyond the sill. A line from a poor no-name slob of an unfinished poem from a project that is still not much more than a vague set of ideas orbiting a… Continue reading
Home
I love Portland with its bagpiping unicyclists, its well-dressed statuary, the farmer’s markets, its DIY, pagan, can’t spit without hitting a band member, love in every flavor culture. It is home and I am happy… Continue reading
Sacred Process
At thirteen, I began to unwind myself from organized religion, not because I lacked belief in an unseen and unprovable world, but in part because the rituals and dogma of any one faith seemed too… Continue reading
Eating Sunday: Whipped Cream and Other Delights
I confess to owning this album, but sadly no one was dressed up in whipped cream for this post… At various times and for various reasons, I have given up meat, forsaken pork… Continue reading
Eating Sunday: Breakfast Mechanics
Or, why you don’t want to eat dinner with me on Sundays… I’ve been wanting to do breakfast for dinner for awhile now, but it seemed a bit overwhelming for the hot days… Continue reading