Port Orchard

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December 19, 2013

Sitting at a table overlooking Sinclair Inlet. It is sunrise. I am looking west and as the sun rises the light hits the Olympics turning those snowy peaks first purple, then pink, then bright golden. Wind is blowing this morning, which might be obvious if you know that if a stiff north wind is not […]

September 16, 2013

Wake up in Portland. Wake up to grey September, the airborne ocean. Like the Coast, only 90 miles inland. No bike to ride. Zipcar to the café, to the marché. Rental car to Port Orchard via Olympia, Tacoma, Narrows Bridge. Port Orchard in late summer. Idyllic breeze on the back lawn. Boil an octopus Gallician-style, […]

April 6, 2013

Port Orchard this weekend. It’s a small town and that guys at the next table talk way too loud in the coffee shop, but they’re Navy veterans so I leave’em alone. Little old ladies throw it in reverse without looking and nearly back into you in the farmer’s market parking lot, but they can’t hear […]

March 8, 2013

East Of Washington All this, all this: dripping and dripping gurgling gutters the frogs – the stand of fir silhouetted on the slope that starts past the porch – a moon peeking through silver billows. In New York City there was this sense: the rest of the continent there as a vastness you might be […]

August 10, 2012

“If you don’t love life you can’t enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. [They] shiver you for a split second.” – Eleanor Clark 8AM. Whiskey Gulch Cafe. Port Orchard, WA. Right […]

May 28, 2007

Then one morning I’ll wake up real early with a hunger in my belly and with my flask full of coffee I’ll drive down to Allyn to get some oysters. There’s a beach down there with a creek coming down from the hills, and at the mouth of the creek are the oyster beds. At […]

February 25, 2007

coming round the corner toward Powell’s Books Portland Oregonpassing this cafe a couple coming out‘Oh yeah I’ve been in Amsterdam on days like this’cause pissing down rain and grey‘Oh yeah, lots of days like this in Amsterdam’.he says to impress andshe’s 40s, heartbreak frail, gonna failsomeday but not today, and he wants itcoming round the […]