A Storied Wind Reveals the Way of Beauty
On July 17th, I had the pleasure of giving a reading at the historic Wallowa Lake Lodge,…
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Ponderosa Speaks to Woodpecker
Peel off a chip of my puzzle bark. Go ahead. Peck and chisel. Find every crevice in my amber trunk. I have known you, Downy Woodpecker, a hundred times over. My age cannot be measured by the 500 rings alone. I am river song. Whitecap on lake. Trickling headwaters. Lightning strike on high ridge bursting into flame.
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April Poetry Month- Earth Day Release
The following are poems I’ve written for April Poetry Month–all in stages of becoming. I’m opening with…
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Friendship Like Feathers: November poems
As November comes to a close here in Bend, Oregon, I am settling into the shorter days,…
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Fall Poems Inspired by Paintings and Photographs
Autumn is here and swirling with the gifts of rain at last in Central Oregon. Rain is…
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All Points of the Compass
Quaquaversal-— adjective, “directed outward from a common center toward all points of the compass; dipping uniformly in…
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The Origin is the Confluence
On this dawning of white-crowned sparrow song sugaring into my open window, April Poetry Month is coming…
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birds | Nature | Philosophy | poetry | Rivers
Calligraphy of the River Poet
As the temperatures rocketed into the 70s in Central Oregon after winter storms, I discover the “River…
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backyards | forests | Nature | Philosophy | poetry
Walk Slowly, and Bow Often
“…and never hurry through the worldbut walk slowly, and bow often.” — Mary Oliver Mary Oliver’s poem…
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