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 […]

September 10, 2013

they’re playing kickball in the gloaming bottles clinking straining to see the ball – no one wants to go in. And you want heaven on earth? Tonight. Stars in heavy syrup. Sliver moon clinging to the tops of the branches. How close to the heavenly dome? With 80 degrees and a gentle north breeze blowing, […]

August 5, 2013

Lughnasadh continues. Bright blue morning in Port Orchard, a fresh Sound breeze coming in the windows of Whiskey Gulch Cafe, and here I am. So far from The Bay, the stresses of the Bay, those parched Mediterranean hills of the bay. Italian. The Bay is Italy, Los Angeles is Andalusia. San Diego is Marrakesh. Portland […]

June 28, 2013

– Syrupy. – A honey hive of bugs. Ticks. Jiggers. Wasps. Things that sting and buzz. – Snow? No. Cottonwood. – “Remember how it’s like this in January in San Diego?” – Wish I had a pool. – “Four season living: 1) Winter 2) Still Winter 3) When the $%#@ is it going to be […]

June 6, 2013

Because I haven’t posted scribbles in like, forever. And because it’s a sunny day and not just a sunny day but a hot, humid afternoon that shifts our latitude from a northern one to, temporarily at least, a more Mediterranean one. And all the associated shift of sense, sensibilities, mindset, etc etc… Tacos de pulpo […]