Category Archives: Oregon

Reading Admonition

Posted on March 16, 2018 by

Reading poems– a bronkbuster, a recovered drunk, a morning iconoclast; all tell me: write something with velocity, not half fast.   (Paul Zarzyski: Gordon Stevens; Richard Hugo: Hugo House;  William Stafford: American Academy of Poets) Advertisements

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Haiku: Rain, Rain

Posted on February 16, 2018 by

Rain, rain, come and stay; all the green loves every day. Rain, rain, time to play. (iStock)

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A Celebration of Brian Doyle

Posted on October 3, 2017 by

Wonderful piece by Michael McGregor. Check it out: https://magazine.nd.edu/news/the-story-catcher/

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Mystery Bird

Posted on September 26, 2017 by

A whirring tumble of notes; a small dark bird I cannot identify— no name where the song might hang. There is only sound. This morning arpeggio startles me. I find the singer on a high wire beak open, breath inflating … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Mist Opportunity

Posted on August 18, 2017 by

Low cloud off the sea envelopes everything, beading the dark stones. (shore: pixabay.com)

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Haiku: Perspective

Posted on November 14, 2016 by

A tree in my yard, upheaval in my country. The tree stays the same.

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Haiku–Red and Green

Posted on June 1, 2016 by

Bleeding from twenty small cuts on my arms and legs; yard work has a price. (www.osoti.net)

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Walls Be Gone

Posted on July 30, 2015 by

This rumble under my butt hums, a rising, falling cadence that seeks and destroys the walls accumulated throughout my head. Each haphazardly laid stone marries another to channel my thoughts in a straight and narrow path of least resistance. Begone, … Continue reading →

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Heat Sentence

Posted on July 3, 2015 by

Heat creeps, ready to pounce, cook us to fork done, until night licks our bones, gleaming in the moonlight. (top: en.wikipedia.org; bottom: ask.com)

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Haiku–Liquid Gas

Posted on May 22, 2015 by

Fishing is a joy; knee-deep in so much liquid. What a total gas! (top: trout-fly-fishing.com; the beav: riversbendflyfishing.com)

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