Spanning Time & Tides in Poetry
April Poetry month has come to an end today. The poems (like my last entry) stem from…
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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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Beach – On the Edge of Life and Death
Late afternoon. Bastendorff Beach. Cape Arago. Few people. Low tide. Golden light. I walk and run and…
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Kingfishers Nesting at Fossil Point
Evening sunlight melts like golden honey oozing from the Pacific horizon across Coos Bay to lap upon…
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Seal Pup Drama on Cape Arago
The pup flippers its way up the steep and slick seaweed reef, struggling to reach its portly…
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birds | camping | flowers | Nature | Wilderness
Song of the Summer: Swainson’s Thrush Aria
From Glacier National Park to Oregon’s coastal forests, one bird sings its way into our hearts all…
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Riding the Storm like Waves of Seabirds
Everything here on the Oregon coast in a storm comes in waves – the bands of heavy…
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Where the Side Trails Lead
“That trail don’t go nowhere. Bridge is out.” I wave at the weathered man leaning against his…
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