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July 30, 2014

Walking home from dinner Gusts blasting the maples and chestnuts We might see a burst Of lightning And see a flash Of a tabby scurrying across the street – – – (summer night after another amazing dinner at Accanto, etc etc) – Jon Oropeza

July 9, 2014

Morning. Morning for the thirteenth thousandth time, or more. Bird song and light through the window, burning off the fog of sleep. “Another day!” – the shouting in the head fires the legs, fires the arms, fires the heart. 5:47 on the clock. But what’s another hour in bed when there’s so much waiting? Pull […]

June 13, 2014

Pouring down I-5 into downtown Portland, an endless mid-June evening, river glassy, brick city, top down Camaro and I’m flinging from one lane to the next and onto the offramp towards Morrison Bridge, Belmont St, east Portland of chestnuts and maples. Another morning. Walking to Oblqiue to meet my friend for coffee. Rush and bustle […]

April 13, 2014

Back in Portland. Coava morning. Bright morning of blossom trees and spring enthusiasm of biking to work, why not it’s a glorious morning, the sun is up and what could possibly be wrong when there’s a row of tulips in every yard. April and another season of seasons in this offshoot of two rivers and […]

March 16, 2014

vees of geese honking northbound as 8am bells bonging ‘sad Kathleen‘ (according to Kerouac) rolled scrolls on the magnoilas no more bogs of grey no more drip dropping for weeks now downpour from cells and sun showers parks, trails, ideas “a morning even War and Peace sounds good” – two kids ready for the opening. […]

February 10, 2014

2AM cab ride in from the airport. Snow on the roads. Cabbie lets me know she’s from Colorado and “This ain’t snow”. This ain’t snow, ok, but we slide a bit on the offramp and I’m white-knuckling it all the way home, 2:30 by the time I hit the sheets. Out for coffee the next […]

December 22, 2013

Saturday morning at Coava. Listening to my macchiato being made: Phuss, phiss and bang. Out the big windows, a December morning. Grey, silver city skyline across the river, Grand Ave flying by, a streetcar jammed with Christmas shoppers. This line of thinking, simple iteration over what’s there – “Macchiato’s on the bar!” – coffee morning. […]