Category Archives: Slice of Life

Muselessness

I’m supposed to be finishing a novel but I’m not. It’s a murky late summer day with an uncertain sky and a directionally challenged breeze smelling of salt and fir, marsh and cedar. My characters are all hovering around the … Continue reading

Posted in Absolutes, animals, Brian Doyle, Dog, Dogs, Gratitude, Novel, Slice of Life, Uncategorized, William Stafford, Writing | Tagged , , , , | 16 Comments

“Mister…?”

A young boy, dressed in clean but threadbare jeans and a shirt that might have once been red, took in my leathers and my road-weary black Harley. He then shot me a look that was older than he was. “Mister? … Continue reading

Posted in Action-adventure, Aging, Conversation, Harley Davdson, Life, men, Motorcycles, Narble Furt, Riding, Slice of Life, story excerpt, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , | 6 Comments

Shameless Plug

Okay. Another shameless plug: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/white-ravens/id1439393149?ls=1&mt=11 The collection goes live tomorrow.

Posted in Art, communication, Consciousness, Conversation, Friendship, Gratitude, Hope, Humans, humor, Jim Stewart, Life, Man, Oregon, pals, Reading, Sex, Short Story, Slice of Death, Slice of Life, Time, Uncategorized, Universe, veterans, War, Wisdom, women, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Regular Days

Sunlight befriends a digital stream of virtual heavy lifting, the meat of work devoured; tasks fall like pistachio husks. Night shadows a stream splashing the bowl when the hours are shy and don’t care who you are. I prefer the … Continue reading

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Haiku–Now

I don’t care what time it is. I don’t care what day it is. I am here. (www.ripples.ca)

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Little One (for Reese)

Little one, you are what precious means, your brand new feet are your favorite toys. Your gurgle girl smile melts my heart. I want to watch you grow into a lovely young woman, to feel the grace of it as … Continue reading

Posted in Baby, Joy, rite-of-passage, Slice of Life, Time, Wisdom | Tagged , , , | 5 Comments

All Two Human

(With apologies to Bob Merrill, who wrote the doggie in the window song.–jrs) Who is that drunkard in the mirror, the one with the waggley face? Who is that drunkard in the mirror? I swear I’ve met him someplace. He … Continue reading

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Warm and Round

The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading

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Haiku–Polaris on Deck

Awake: cannot sleep. The deck beckons; I am rapt. Hello, Polaris.

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Ballpoint Chisel (for Sharon Olds)

Long ago I shook your hand and told you how much I love your work. I wanted to tell you what little I know about women has come from my wife and your carefully erected words. I wanted to tell … Continue reading

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