There is a man I’ve been watching over the past five years or more. He walks in Laurelhurst Park where I walk. He is around 6 feet tall. His hair is full and dark. His skin is olive. Maybe his ancestors were from the Mediterranean. He is handsome. I see this man often, especially in milder weather. With maybe one exception, he has been holding hands with a quite elderly woman. As… Read More
I’m not sure the first time I realized this day, March 4, is the only day of the year that doubles as a poem. Poetry is, by nature an illusive combination of feeling and fact. It is mysterious, powerfully so. It is anchored in words, also pretty imprecise when it comes down to it. There is certainly reality in it; otherwise poetry would never catch our attention at all, but it’s bigger… Read More
I tried all day yesterday to write this blog. My distraction: Weather. Three days ago in Portland, Oregon the sun shone and the temperature hit 65. Very unusual. Ultimately adaptable Portlanders were, of course, into it – rollicking in skimpy tops and wielding hoola hoops, Frisbees, bocce balls, and even croquet mallets. Two days later…that would be yesterday, the morning started out sunny with hints of warming but by afternoon, when I was walking… Read More
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