For months and months and months I have had coffee every other Sunday morning with Jorge. Last Sunday, after an hour and a half of that lovely and most wonderful magic, I had tears…

2819 SE Cesar Chavez Blvd – Portland, OR 97202 This is my new address. Please feel free to mail cards, letters, checks of varying amounts, notes advising get it together. And scribbles, doodles, smiley…

I would like to offer this song up as a few moments of great encouragement. Of certainty. It has encouraged me a very long time, perhaps all the way back to 1971, if I…

It feels right to post another of my poems found in the book “my startled heart.” This one’s titled, “ode to a neighborhood creek.” It’s a Portland thing. Again, paragraphs taking the place of…

In last Monday’s post – the one about leaving California and all the times I’ve lived here and likely won’t again – I made reference to “Making memories,” a line I borrowed from one…

The other afternoon, confined to my room again by the falling rain, I picked up a copy of my book “Astoria Strange” from a pile on the floor and read through the ‘Introduction.’ Enchantment.…

Monday night I attended a Zen (Zoom) Koan gathering hosted by the teacher Jon Joseph Roshi. I saw my friend Jon T from Queens, New York there. It made me happy. The Koan with…

Following is my poem ‘dangling’ which can be found on page 12 in my wildly successful (😘)book, “my startled heart.” It tapped me on the shoulder the other day, there’s usually a reason. It…

Sunday morning I was out strolling through the trailer park, the sun was slipping through clouds and the air was warm. I was thinking about the forecast for an especially powerful rain storm approaching…

Saturday morning, early, I drove over to the Bob Jones Trail and walked the out-and-back all of it, about five miles. It was cloud-covered along the way, and as a weekend day, a bit…