Tag Archives: aging

Entering Elma | field notes from the Pacific Coast

Posted on May 28, 2017 by

May 28, SAMMAMISH By the time I got to Kalaloch they’d stopped serving breakfast and were turning things over for lunch, not in a rush to seat anyone. We were backing up in the lobby, I was second, a party … Continue reading →

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The moon’s broken head in our lawn

Posted on May 12, 2017 by

Though they said it was full there was no sign of the moon behind the clouds. The dog’s muzzle started to go white, we just noticed. We asked one another if they’d seen the same thing or it just happened. … Continue reading →

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Fireflies trapped in a jar, the days, prose

Posted on April 25, 2017 by

Some of the days flew by so fast, others you could trap in a jar. They were on the internet or in your computer on a spinning carousel, going back as far as you could right up to the present. … Continue reading →

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Portrait of a house cat eating a bird one Thursday

Posted on April 21, 2017 by

Charlotte and I sat at the breakfast nook eating frozen pizza and watching our cat Roxy eat a bird. I watched Charlotte watching Roxy for a few bites before she realized what Roxy was eating and was glad when she … Continue reading →

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The Larry Dugan complex

Posted on April 19, 2017 by

There were probably a dozen boys packed into that air-conditioned room at Kyle Gardo’s house in the early ’80s, the first time I saw porn, a lot of hair onscreen and squishing sounds, all of us rapt and speechless; it … Continue reading →

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“Jimi thing”: last day on Whidbey Island, spring break ’17

Posted on April 17, 2017 by

The last morning I went down to the whale-watching bench to say goodbye and there were no sounds on a Saturday but the birds, a crow clicking on a totem pole, elderly folks shuffling up the sidewalks, bearded construction guys … Continue reading →

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32/30, more like 34

Posted on April 11, 2017 by

The jeans were getting harder to get into and the beers harder to get out of. The beers were getting easier to get into and the jeans to get out of. The reclining chair was bent and sagged but I pulled … Continue reading →

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