Category Archives: death

Is, does, can, could: resolutions, one July

Posted on July 1, 2018 by

It’s gotten so that I can’t leave the windows open at night or it will get too cold. This morning it was 60 in the house and Dawn was in her sweater, cranky, like it was my fault. She’s at … Continue reading →

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Wilhelm’s mausoleom

Posted on May 29, 2018 by

I stopped by the dry cleaners, then the car wash — vacuumed out the pollen, the cottonwood, pine needles and dandruff, the nail clippings and dirt, then gathered wood to make a fire later, shook off the spiders from the … Continue reading →

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The god of only children

Posted on May 28, 2018 by

For some reason when I’m in Portland I feel like I can be more myself, maybe because no one knows me here. I wake and walk down César Chávez to the Starbucks in the cool, marine air. And remember the … Continue reading →

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‘Einmal ist keinmal,’ 2018

Posted on February 7, 2018 by

There were times I’d walk out into our garage and just stare. Stare at the progress I’d made to restore order which was rare, and worth staring at. The state of the garage is like an ocean beach, the calm … Continue reading →

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Discreet Music (MES edition) | Jan. 24, 18

Posted on January 24, 2018 by

I’ve lived out here since ’96 and always had a good attitude about the rain, that it’s just November and December which are hard, that by the time you get to January you’re over the hump. Not true! It doesn’t … Continue reading →

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Dream state of awareness, one day

Posted on December 10, 2017 by

We really just don’t have much time, which is why I get up in the mornings to write. I thought that walking with Benny in the morning yesterday, to the fields. He asked, now that you’re back in Seattle and … Continue reading →

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Cue the Death Theme

Posted on December 6, 2017 by

Even though mom has cats now she won’t let them near the mice, but it’s like one of the only benefits of having cats, they’re good with mice. The cats are barn cats, kittens still, and they’ve destroyed most of … Continue reading →

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