Hibernate

fragile light seeps through branches, illuminating webs and dust and longing. leaves remind us of the firey season which fled so fast. Continue reading →

Screech Owl’s Song

I heard once that it is a beautiful thing to wake up singing. To test one’s vocal chords in that mystery which is the voice, an illustrator for sheet music. Before the sun has peeked over the edge of its nightly slumber, when the moon is till sharp and in focus, this is when you … Continue reading →

Magnolia

Your fragility is your beauty. You open yourself up to the world, bravely, only to fall at the first big gust. Continue reading →

Small Moments

From my window, I can see the tall pines in the park. They are dark and tall, like sentinels. They have known many years of the comings and goings of the human way. I put my writing desk in front of this window so I could stare out at the tops of these trees, cutting … Continue reading →

Paying Attention

Today I went on a run. For the first time since the rains of winter soaked the landscape and saturated the earth, resupplying the groundwater that nourishes the plants. My calves and hamstrings strained at first in response to months out of my running shoes, but as I kept my legs moving steadily on the … Continue reading →

Painting Portland: historical Vista

When I moved back to Portland nine months ago in June 2011, I jumped face first back into my city. I adopted my mom’s old bike that she had used to traverse Portland from SE 20th and Main to Good Samaritan Hospital in the early 1980s. I saw it as my piece of history, reviving … Continue reading →