And it came to pass all the waters of the planet roared
to the God of the Universe and Handmaiden Moon. [Read More]
a small paper for a small planet
Only after several years
of cottage living
did I wake up one morning,
recollecting that
when we visited my grandparents’
Georgian Bay cottage in summer
whilst the blueberries were ripe,
I’d hear my Grand-dad
going out his bedroom’s back door
22 in hand,
before dawn brightened,
to scare the pesky goundhog
near his garden plot.
“Great nations aren’t made of friendly
flowers,” tweets a vainglorious beast. His
words deal in luxuriant greed and smell like
bacon to believers.”
Four decades on, I disrobe to swim,
a lumbering seal to the reed I was, and I look
away—no longer in horror.
I will make time.
I will form it with
my hands like
bread.
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I hold my head and wonder,
An oasis of beauty opens in front of me,
Marshland, wetland
How little there is left.
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A bus takes two days
to reach your destination.
Better bring pizza.
Uneven runnels between larger outcrops
deepen, getting out to the surf-spray edge,
where waves confront black rocks in loud wallops.
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HALO hopes all concerned citizens in the northern coastal Oregon and Washington area will be able to attend one of these two afternoon performances March 18th and 19th in Cannon Beach. [Read More]
On the Winter Solstice, Dec. 21, at noon in Manzanita, a group of Watershed Heroes spoke at a meeting of the Tillamook County Commission.