When the dark came upon me, it came suddenly. It was a car accident on a rainy night. A series of relational upheavals. Chronic pain. Depression. Grief.
From where does the dark come?Read More
When I lived west-side I would glance at the blue hills, sometimes, and feel as if I was just too small to appreciate so much beauty. I can't experience all the love I want to feel, all the time, because I am not large enough. I am insufficient.Read More
It was so cold that the air reached out and bit you when you opened the front door. Oregon had just survived weeks of flood level rain. Sinkholes had opened in the earth. Children had been trapped in flooding cars. Now the clouds that wrapped Oregon like a blanket had vanished, taking with them the last vestiges of warmth that even the flooding provided.Read More
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
into something rich and strange.
- William Shakespeare