You Can’t Live in an Echo

There’s a version of methat still lives here,barefoot and unfinished,thinking the past is somethingyou can step back intoif you take … Continue reading You Can’t Live in an Echo

Before the Night Closes

I keep writing new versions of myself that sound open and easy. Ones that don’t ask for too much too … Continue reading Before the Night Closes

Reflections on the Willamette

I walk towards the river, the night behind me is too close, too loud, too heavy. The silence the … Continue reading Reflections on the Willamette

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