Tag Archives: pacific northwest

Sunday night with the tree

And I wondered what it thought of all this ornamentation and this fuss: this cruel ending. Continue reading

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Thanks giving

And then for a time it is just the sound of the dog licking an empty bowl I’ve turned out all the lights so the coming dawn can fill every room and why do we say, “I’m filled with loss” … Continue reading

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My old man pose

I ate last night’s dinner for breakfast, wild mushrooms in bone broth. I sat by myself in the nook chewing, contemplating the day. It passed without report. In the middle of the night the moon made the fog look like … Continue reading

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All of us

How many selves do we get? Continue reading

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Wit’s End, Washington

In the mornings it’s so dark I just lay in the den watching constellations and listening to the clocks tick, thinking any day now I’ll start work. I read about portmanteau words like brunch, Brexit, and Microsoft. The word psionics, … Continue reading

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The origin of the word ‘souvenir’

I removed all evidence of Halloween except for the jolly jack o’ lantern with the little electric light. It had no amount of malice, like a kid’s happy face before they’ve learned how to sneer. I left the large plastic … Continue reading

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Your Mom’s Ashes

Lily and her friends have formed a band called Your Mom’s Ashes, but spell it in a way that bastardizes the your and ignores the possessive for the mom’s. The four of them circle our property looking creatively blocked, needing … Continue reading

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