Essay: Overhead is a beautiful blue sky.  I can feel the sunshine warm my back.  I think about reaching up to take off my snug fleece stocking cap but decide

Essay: All of us know where we were and what we were doing upon learning that John Kennedy’s life was severed in that glaring Friday noontime in Dallas. That moment

Fiction: The rain poured down with a relentless vigor, an elemental force that had always been there and seemingly always would be. Fortunately, I experienced only its sound as it

Fiction: Everyone else was in the hangar, playing cards while waiting for a break in the clouds. Therese sat on the straw bale under the eaves of the office/bunkhouse. Drops

Essay: The next storm is somewhere out there, just waiting for its time to move onshore, disrupting my life, making me aware, once again, that life happens despite of what

Poetry: Stand strong in the rain for fear falls on us all. It drips and pools, tickling uncomfortably down the spine, exploring each gap in our defenses, before trickling to

Poetry: Backfire on the mountain Brake lights glowing red Tires whirring in the rain cast silver beads of water across the misty highway Hank Williams on the radio A Lucky

Poetry: A powerful storm . . . will sweep through the Northwest  today with locally heavy rain, possibly excessive. NOAA National Weather Service Website Paint your walls the color of

Fiction: As it happened, I was passing through Rainy Springs, Oregon, that rain-swept evening when I met a peculiar woman named Lola. It was late October and I hadn’t seen

Memoir: I attended Irvington grade school in Portland in the 80’s, and we lived nearby on the cobbly Tillamook Street. It was lined with Chestnut trees; in the fall I’d