Summer Steelhead

is like a secret lover acrobatic enough to give old man heart attack, deliciously fresh out of sea with basil on ba…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Trailside Hush

I am still here: caught in the quiet of the land. You can find me as easily as the creek finds its way downhill tr…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Paisley Cave

Sitting in the mouth of the shelter, looking out at the sagebrush plain, the shallow lake, the far mountain wall, y…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Geese

Once we were having mass in a yurt on a hill above the sea. This was after a storm, and through the wavy plastic win…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Watching for Spring

Oh faux February spring, don’t end. Thank you for trying. Thank you for daphne’s unfolding perfume, daffodils’ yello…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Willamette Winter

I remember the pattern of it. The greater seasons. The warmth of a stove, radiating against the chill of pervasive m…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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It is so

Southeast of La Pine distances become real. Miles caged too long in forests on curvy mountain roads step out of the …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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For Erik

I can’t quite imagine which apartment in heaven you’ve chosen to inhabit. Considering your intelligence, & tale…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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End of a Line

tucked behind shoes, boxes and boxes, memories held hostage. mice have carried off an ancestor or two. moths have …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Cat Loll

This is your chance to live carefully. Right at this moment…before you pull the spun clothes from the washing machin…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Down South

Kicking up dust from the road I leave behind Grandma’s house full of shadows with its deep eaves And wraparound porc…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Nocturne, A Sonzal

Nouns go into hiding. I wake in the middle of the night And cannot remember the name of this year, this night. Def…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Avalanche

Stand still often long before you think it might happen and listen — past the noise pulsing between your temples, th…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Raven Was the One

Raven was the one who unboxed the sun— hopping from the perch of whimsy to the perch of mortality— wearing a coat …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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Drought Stares Back

Drought is a broken clay cup, unglazed orange clay, with all the names of hunger written around the rim. Drought …   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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The Unspoken

Summer 2021 Cover

When I was still assigned clients I read your chart: he stopped eating or bathing, defecated in a jar, wouldn’t leav…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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