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
Nature abhors a straight line. I had originally planned a trip into the Alvord Desert in far southeast Oregon to gather the last bit of material for Cantrip and Loveletter. However, impassable roads… 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
I have new photos from my trek to Rooster Rock this weekend. The sun was out, the nudists were nude, and the leaves were just beginning to turn…
Just what is West Coast cuisine? When confronted with this in restaurants, it seems to imply hazelnuts and salmon. If anything, I think of the abundance of produce, the diversity of cultural influences… Continue reading