Im sitting on the deck of a fishing boat Heading north A wanna be writer With no description. I could say That I’ve seen daylight dance like the aurora borealis Or had many tedious hours at the helm But it limits the experience. So if you’re young (or, even middling) If you can work hard … Continue reading Inside Passage →

Dear Grandma, I haven’t been good at keeping in touch for the past 21 years. I was a shit as a child, and never much learned to be empathetic to the needs of my family. Keeping in touch, and writing, is an art form. I never did do traditional education well. Putting punctuation proper etc. … Continue reading Bad Penmanship (the lost art of cursive or the letter) →

There was a time Right here When the creek was the loudest thing Cb radio squawking, the scanner doing its thing The jets weren’t oft A car every 30 minutes or so A trip to town, took a plan You’d walk down main Hand in hand — If you stand there In some future time … Continue reading Picturing A Past; Or, A Future Air →