Continue Reading Moss Green And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bedOf mosses and flowers to pillow thy head; – John Keats To Emma…
Continue Reading Exquisite Creatures If you enjoy perpetual whiplash between disgust and fascination, do I have the thing for you! That is, if you hurry -…
Continue Reading Hand on my Heart Hand on my heart, this poem followed me into my dreams. Beneath the I-5 underpass near our house lives a homeless…
Continue Reading Portland Art and Learning Studio: Ebullience There is an Outside spread Without & an outside spread WithinBeyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One:An orbed…
Continue Reading By Determination Last weekend I attended a play presented by Boom Arts and The Cascade Festival of African Films, featuring Ifrah Mansour telling the…
Continue Reading BY NECESSITY TIMES ARE HARROWING for people trying to protect Indigenous ancestral land and prevent accidents from pipeline spillage that would poison and pollute…
Continue Reading Our Place when we need a break…. Our place when we need a break? Why, nature, of course. In my instance, after a week of extensive writing projects, it’s…
Continue Reading Southern Rites “What do I want? Why do I want it? And how do I get it?” – Stacey Abrams, in a TED talk…
Continue Reading Our Place, Lit Up. “The only tired I was, was tired of giving in.” Rosa Parks, who would have been 107 yesterday. Let’s just look at the BRIGHT…
Continue Reading Our Place in the Struggle of the World It is Tuesday morning after the debacle in IOWA. We don’t know the caucus results yet, but the delay and the mistrust…
