A Space of One’s Own
Notes from alongside the Salmon River… “…who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?” – Virginia Woolf Virginia Woolf posited that a… Continue reading
Notes from alongside the Salmon River… “…who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?” – Virginia Woolf Virginia Woolf posited that a… Continue reading
Note from somewhere on Highway 101… So, with my year’s project done way ahead of schedule, I have to ask myself, what now? What new rabbit do I pull out of the hat?… Continue reading
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