It’s late and who cares. I’ve got my arm around Beth and she’s hugging me back as we smile and talk to Peter, our oh-so-loveable poet faculty member with a heart of gold and the laugh to back it [...]
First, it is with your ears. The incessant thrumming of waves tugging and tossing themselves to and from the shore. Second, it is with your skin. The salt as it calcifies the creases in your [...]
The 1969 vintage Mercedes Benz which Jane and I so proudly drove around the city died in downtown Beaverton yesterday. Hence, no blog post. Hence, the rented Ford Fusion. Hence the delayed city [...]
Jane drives down from Seattle to pick me up at PDX and oh, happy day! Everywhere we go we get love. First stop, The Montage underneath the Morrison Bridge on Portland’s east side. The lighting is [...]
No class for almost two weeks because of the holidays, and now I’m 34,000 feet in the air heading northwest from Atlanta to Portland—a five hour flight and enough time for me to finally crack [...]
It’s the stupidest thing, right? It’s well after midnight and a few years in these mountains tells me I can count on a road block on the highway between the craft school and Tinyville, so I [...]
