Light moves through

Archive for April, 2011

Wild Green Groans

“The wild green groans by which I lived before language

now gesture and have at me only in dreams.”  -From In the Beginning by Sharon Olds

Oaks Bottom Wildlife Refuge is officially closed because some earth moved, so I guess J&H and I were officially trespassing on a morning of sun-cut rain. We were not apprehended and issued citations, and neither were the mallards, herons, geese, or abundant greens of this Portland spring.


Far Reach of Field

The memory of a dream of a farm in a valley by the ocean.


Heart of Palm

To be back by that California bay.