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
I like to take steps And pictures The more detail I add The more the essence Fades away
Tappa tip tip tappa top The rain dribbles on the rooftop Perception seems a dream The mind harkens to media Who’s in control here? It’s silent Moist Refreshing Breaking dawn Warm coffee A beautifully temperate day
In the mid 1980's I ate blueberries in a 1950's kitchen My Grandmother sat with me She was a collector of stamps One day we sat And she shared with me For my own collection I fondly remember the days of peace When I was a child What were all the things I didn't know...
The rain comes like a tidal wave Bringing unexpected disaster May we all prepare To love our neighbors at a moments notice And wash away the guilt Of the powerless Good luck to my friends on the rescue Come home safe I pray you find the living And comfort those in need