The Confluence of River and Self

At the edge of the Willamette,I draw breath fromtree roots and cold sand.Dawn color gathers at the edgesswirling, prismatic silt. … Continue reading The Confluence of River and Self

Spirit Has Left the Meeting

I paid a TV psychic $200to talk to the deadfor less than 5 minutes.A séance over Zoomwith a gallery of … Continue reading Spirit Has Left the Meeting

Seventeen Junes

Your soul is lodged in my throat,as I drive through memorieslittered on Seattle streets. Sun-bleached and threadbarelike my favorite shirt—familiar, … Continue reading Seventeen Junes

Interstitial Spaces

Interstitial Spaces The diluted static of the cityamplifies solitude.The resonance of millions obscures the voice of my soul.The silent wisdom … Continue reading Interstitial Spaces

A Positive (for me) Poem

I don’t have a title for this one yet. Wrote it during my most recently foray into the dubious waters … Continue reading A Positive (for me) Poem

Wrapped in Obituaries

Almost a month to the day Judith Denes passed away. She was Emily’s grandmother and meant a good deal to … Continue reading Wrapped in Obituaries

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Tattoo

I am watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, missing Priscilla Moura Freitas, who was my love and best friend … Continue reading Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Tattoo

Atomic Habits and a New Poem

I’ve always been one to shun self-help and related books. I have always naively thrust them aside as full of … Continue reading Atomic Habits and a New Poem