The bus to work climbs over a tall ridge bordering the willamette river and sways down a tight little lane. This lane clings and scrambles above the water. On this morning a mass of cool air pushed in from the east through the columbia gorge poured along the willamette. It butted up against the ridge, stilled and sullen, the sidewalk rivulet with ( Read more... )

chiming heart of a music box ( Read more... )

There's a flash flood in the desert tonight ( Read more... )

These swirling glasses ( Read more... )

got your plans tonight baby ( Read more... )

I think this is ugly, but I'm putting it here anyway ( Read more... )

the sun traced down through my blinds early and woke me this morning ( Read more... )

it's not likely for someone I walked past today at the park, a single stranger, or all of them, to die soon. Even the old ones should be around for awhile. And the straggling children, shouting with jumps and tumbles, most will have decades. we've all been walking that same park, crossing our paths, and where I just was, one will be soon ( Read more... )

frozen vodka still flows ( Read more... )

"Hey you ( Read more... )