A collection of small thoughts on the unfortunate thoughts, sights, incidents we run into.
I saw her again. This time I was able to notice the tattoos sprinkled along her neck, shoulders and arms: stars and such as I might strew upon a child’s birthday cake. And there HE is, Karl Marx, reminding me of his brilliant 19th century thought frosted with so much 20th century disappointment. This calf [...]
Who knew that asphalt could be a tender touch,
that this patient, old-friend town of mine
would roll out padding and take me easy,
Now that everyone knows our Portland secrets I suppose it’s not a surprise that I almost never going out in public without running into someone I know. For me, it started when I’d been here for six months.
I watch a dog frozen. I wait for my footsteps to distract and call to his eager nose and watchful ear. Coming to the crest, I can see its litter mate, also trained on something. What? Finally I see the owner on hands and knees cleaning out a bed. She tosses a clod of dirt and their fascination breaks.
Where did I go for hours on Thursday? Abducted by aliens? My mind left me, hollow, and probed by questions. I failed the test but offered a plan That’s me–always a plan. “We’ll walk, get some coffee.” Coffee cures anything in this town. Now it’s our plan The hospital? OK. Just like everywhere else There’s [...]
A freak snowstorm might be just what we needed to slow down and breathe.