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And so it hits me, with the snowflakes falling over the South Toe Valley, ripping off the Black Mountains through the pitch of night and settling like a veil of lace onto early Spring daffodils. [...]

[Wrote this last night but I couldn’t get online b/c of heavy rains and water in the line.] It’s for my friend and so I have to go.I am dead-dog spitting-gull tired but I have to go.It’s [...]

Check out the website updates, including a downloadable version of the essay that is going to be published by Oregon Quarterly and the latest PDF version of my essay on ceramic sculptor Lisa Clague.

What am I seeking?Quiet space and time each morning. A settled mind that thinks before it acts.Time for a walk each day before work, even just a mile or two.Time at night to reflect on my day, [...]

Really, after all is said and done,After the sunroof and the tire, the title and the tags, my new Volvo is rockin’. And really, after all her poems were finished, Mary Oliver’s Friday night [...]

Parker shows up late and needs a place to stay. Sure. Fine. Here is OK. I tell him yes even though I’m concerned I won’t be able to sleep as well. Then again, I think, I’m so [...]

Mom and Dad have me over for soy ice cream and I am dead dog tired, almost falling over as I walk in the door at 9:30pm – the time I finally got home tonight. I cannot write when there are loose [...]

Hello world!I won 3rd place in the Oregon Quarterly contest for my essay titled “Meditation on Activism.”Molly Gloss picked the winning essay and has invited the writers to a workshop!I’m also [...]

I bought the car. It is a 1989 Volvo 740 station wagon with 156,000 miles on it and a fading paint job but perfect body. It has heated seats and a leather interior, a sunroof, a working radio and [...]

The word “infected” has to go. More like “infused.” And all the clichés have to go: yesterday’s news, water off a duck’s back, and the beacon reference. After the step out to the universal, the [...]