This is some of Laurelhurst Park. Maybe a month or so ago Laurelhurst Park began whispering to me…….”Hey. Hey, remember me?” And with here-and-there flashes of its up and down paths, its forest of…

I had forgotten how beautiful Portland is. The neighborhoods, the tree-lined streets, lawns covered with daffodils and newly emerging crocus -splashing a Wednesday in white, lavender, and so-deep purple. The majesty of Douglas firs,…

Monday — Up into the attic space I’ve rented, have a place to sleep, sit zazen, and type fun things the next 30 days. Being an attic, I have wacked my head five times…

I was listening to The Beach Boys on CD when I drove into Oregon at 12 minutes past 10 Monday morning. Pink Floyd sang, “They flutter behind you, your possible pasts.” That’s kind of…

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1241098067552374 Oops, incapable of bringing this video to this place., and it’s the only post worthy here today. Perhaps it’s easy enough to grab from the above, or please stroll over to my FB…

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…