Friendship Like Feathers: November poems
As November comes to a close here in Bend, Oregon, I am settling into the shorter days,…
As November comes to a close here in Bend, Oregon, I am settling into the shorter days,…
“You can love completely without complete understanding.”—Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories When…
I’m drifting back in time in Drift Creek Wilderness, the largest remaining protected ancient forest in the…
I’m lying on my back on the floor after running headfirst into a window and striking hard…
Autumn is here and swirling with the gifts of rain at last in Central Oregon. Rain is…
Refugia- wildlands, wild rivers, and wild pockets offering safe havens and passage for native plants and wildlife…
How is it that mist becomes an archway over Coos Bay? How is it that worries mist…
Quaquaversal-— adjective, “directed outward from a common center toward all points of the compass; dipping uniformly in…
On an overnight backpack in the Three Sisters Wilderness, I am musing over trios, triplets, and tryptychs….
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