Low cloud off the sea envelopes everything, beading the dark stones. (shore: pixabay.com)
Posted in Haiku, Home, Narble Furt, Ocean, Oregon, Poem, Uncategorized, walking
Tagged beach, clouds, coast life, fog, mist
I am a spirit living in the aging body of a white man. People I admire despise my meat. People I despise glorify my biological ancestry. The crux ignored: I am a spirit, living. (mediadiversified.org)
Posted in Absolutes, American history, American Indian, anger, communication, Consciousness, family, future, History, Humans, Life, Uncategorized
Tagged humanity, Information, learning, life, race, relationships
We pack water around everywhere we go. We are veritable bota bags of water. We humans are roughly sixty to seventy percent water. Since learning these factoids, people have been fond of comparing our water mass to that of our … Continue reading
Posted in Absolutes, Gratitude, humor, Ocean, Uncategorized, Water
Tagged animals, aquifer, flood, home, life, narble, surface tension, Water
My silver spoon gets stuck in my mouth when I try to articulate. (spoon: OLWomen.com; apartheid: buzzsouthafrica.com)
Posted in Absolutes, communication, Consciousness, Conversation, Friendship, Haiku, History, Humans, Uncategorized, Wisdom, Writing
Tagged experience, humanity, humility, life, privilege, race, relationships, understanding
I think the word flit was invented by someone watching chickadees.
Posted in Birds, Gratitude, Haiku, Narble Furt, Poem, Uncategorized, Wildlife, Writing
Tagged animals, birdwatching, Chickadee, home, nature
What is it about two o’clock, the bitching hour? Dreaded double-strike. The eyes snap open, no retreat from wakefulness– it’s just a poem.
Posted in Home, Life, memory, Night, Poem, Sleep, Uncategorized, Universe, Writing
Tagged clocks, wakefulness, work, writing
Shameless plug: my novel Ochoco Reach is now available as an audiobook on both audible.com and iTunes. If you download it, I’d very much appreciate a review and some other noise of your own choosing. Click on the link in … Continue reading
Posted in Action-adventure, American Indian, animals, Audiobook, Ochoco Reach, Reading, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged Action-adventure, Audiobook, dogs, family, Ochoco Reach, work, writing
My friend, if I could exchange places with you now I most surely would.
Posted in Absolutes, Brain, Brian Doyle, Consciousness, crow, Friendship, future, Gratitude, Haiku, Uncategorized
Tagged family, humanity, life, religion, writing
A tree in my yard, upheaval in my country. The tree stays the same.
Posted in communication, Consciousness, Conversation, family, Haiku, Home, Life, Oregon, Portland, Uncategorized
Tagged nature, perspective, poem
Coffee sits swallowed at the top of my stomach; my brainstem is warm. (stock photo)