Tuesday, July 28, 2015

All The Water

Fresh out of the mountain
An arm hanging
Opened fruit
How could we leave
Our short lives behind
stay here with me upriver
Stones will be our furniture
sage pillows, a carpet of sand
Feet finally quiet





Ignoring wind


ahead with it

Monday, July 27, 2015


He wasn't there at Trout Creek.  Wapanita is another matter.  Then it might be good to check at Upper Dant after getting a looksee at Harpham Flat, Nena, and Locked Gate.  I imagine he went to Dixon, maybe on to Wingdam.

Sunday, July 26, 2015


They blush telling
Big and even bigger
With the steelhead
In the fall.  What
Was so important

The race downriver
Not thinking it won't
Come back Klickitat

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Fire Downriver

I remember when Mom was in love.  She didn't act different, just calmer and more determined.  Who would've thought of oaks left in the canyon but there they are.  Sage, twin fawns, white-tailed Kites, vultures, and ospreys carrying fish, carrying sticks, crowding the oasis.  A fire helicopter stirs up a wall of distance. We ended up hating John at the pizza parlor.  We loved him before she did. He was ours until she stole him from us that summer.  Then, Dad was the dangerous Class VI it would do no use to scout. John was good with ropes and with the necessary triangulation, carefully and somewhat tediously calculated for the best advantage when rescuing victims. The most important thing to remember if you dump over is don't panic.  Wait for your chance to breathe.  Wait out all those bubbles.  Then find the tongue.  Point your feet downstream and look for the nearest eddy, the nearest shore. That's what you want to find. And don't forget to swim.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Notes From The Underwood

Over time firm footing logical crashing
Explaining a lot about why we're here
I mean me when I say we so I don't seem
Lonely and weird just weird is quite enough
To begin with.  Hearing about it
I can now see what was there but I didn't
Put two and two together.  Finland
And all.  It was about knots and ropes.

The rescue.  What type of victim?  A
Three will blackout.  A
Two will try
To climb over pulling you down
To drown.  A
one will do exactly as told.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Alone Moonlight

Struggle defined.  Roots tree fingers
Passing through colors through surface
To get to nothing.  Gnarled
surface.  Being in a place not quite.

Not so fast.  Wagon wheels.  Their implements.
Window dressing.  Hardscrabble.  Hand me down
To each blade petal twig branch offering best.
The news from there more than sunny
With rain.  Alone Daylight.  Moonlight.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Welcome To Glass Mountain

Nature's furnace
Hard at work
The other self
At little crater
Round the bend

The the story about the glass mountain

The obsidian flow
Disorganized atoms
As opposed to organized

See it in the trees
Vanilla puzzles
Carefully growing

Thoughts about the artist
Not separate from anything
About my life