Tag Archives: pacific northwest

The long wind down

Posted on June 20, 2018 by

On the last day of spring I walked to the lake in the morning, just past 5. It was light like it had been that way all day. I’d been up since 4, with the sounds of birdsong and fans … Continue reading →

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‘Time after time’

Posted on June 11, 2018 by

My dog is 42, but could still pass for 30. Life in seven year increments, a year at a time. Cork screwing the side of Cougar Mountain, past the Klondike marsh through the damp forest thinking about Orin Smith, former … Continue reading →

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The night has a thousand eyes

Posted on June 4, 2018 by

The marine layer was back, and made for a moody start to our Sunday. I climbed the gravel road to the lake past the caterpillars and birdsong, a rustling in the grass and leaves. We all had to go back … Continue reading →

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The Oxford comma

Posted on June 1, 2018 by

Dawn said there’s a cheaper treatment for lice, where you just put mayonnaise on your head and tie it off in a bag and then wait a couple hours, and they die from the oils. I learned about the Oxford … Continue reading →

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Lines (of longitude and latitude)

Posted on May 30, 2018 by

Though the tree is dead, it’s home to a lot of bugs, birds and bats, you can tell by the holes. It’s like the abandoned factory across the street from our apartment in Philadelphia that became home to the homeless, … Continue reading →

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Tuesday, May 22 6:40 PM

Posted on May 22, 2018 by

I cleaned the drain traps, packed my lunch, said goodbye to the kids and left for work. When I got home I took my socks off and went outside barefoot, spilled my beer, had to go inside for another. The … Continue reading →

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Gray of lake combined to sky, the same

Posted on May 20, 2018 by

Through the narrow path in the nearby park, a semi-circle that crowns my walk, the trees are leaning in and damp with dew. It’s late spring now, past peak, broken petals brought down by an overnight rain. I come to … Continue reading →

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