Before the Night Closes
I keep writing new versions of myself that sound open and easy. Ones that don’t ask for too much too … Continue reading Before the Night Closes
Reflections on the Willamette
I walk towards the river, the night behind me is too close, too loud, too heavy. The silence the … Continue reading Reflections on the Willamette
Ordinary Time
Healing hands hover over my crownAnd the light of God shinesthrough my hoodieand radiates outward.the energy swirlsslow and deliberatelike a … Continue reading Ordinary Time
Summer Threshold
August’s frequency vibratesmy soul’s skeleton loose,burns a fervor into its marrow,until even my shadow sweats.I try cultivating conversationswith cedar trees … Continue reading Summer Threshold
The Confluence of River and Self
At the edge of the Willamette,I draw breath fromtree roots and cold sand.Dawn color gathers at the edgesswirling, prismatic silt. … Continue reading The Confluence of River and Self
Spirit Has Left the Meeting
I paid a TV psychic $200to talk to the deadfor less than 5 minutes.A séance over Zoomwith a gallery of … Continue reading Spirit Has Left the Meeting
Only Forward
We’d sit on the floor at Twice Sold Tales, flipping through Kafka, laughing at Ayn Rand like it was an … Continue reading Only Forward
Seventeen Junes
Your soul is lodged in my throat,as I drive through memorieslittered on Seattle streets. Sun-bleached and threadbarelike my favorite shirt—familiar, … Continue reading Seventeen Junes
The Dark Horizon: Navigating the Impacts of Trump’s Reelection
The reality of another four years under Donald Trump descended like a storm, casting a shadow over the hopes of … Continue reading The Dark Horizon: Navigating the Impacts of Trump’s Reelection
Father’s Day Without a Father
What a fucked week when it comes to emotional stuff. The anniversary of the death of my first love and … Continue reading Father’s Day Without a Father
Chestnut Cowboy 