I could see the sunrise on Tacoma this morning. The volcano best known as Rainier. Snowfields some two hundred miles north were lit peach and pink by the incoming light from a far off star. In between was Loowit. The volcano best known as St. Helens. Moments like that knit… Read More
Yesterday, while Deven Patrick Kelly was out on a killing spree at the First Baptist Church in New Braunfels, Texas, I was at my own church: The Church of the Woods, deep in the Cascade foothills. I was on the search for the delicious little golden caps called chanterelle mushrooms. Unfortunately, I didn’t… Read More
Katie Lee, the 98 year old Arizona activist whose favorite word was fuck, died in her sleep on Wednesday, November 1st. Katie had dedicated her life trying to take down the dam that had drowned the place she loved most — Glen Canyon — the contoured caverns and seductive streams that… Read More
General Kelly may bemoan that little is held sacred these days, but where he should be most concerned in in the corruption of the very doctrine he sent men into battle to fight for.
How much more could we be if we stopped building walls and started to reach out to one another? How much more could we do if we fed our more curious nature rather than our more craven one?
According to The Guardian magazine, “Poor Little Snowflake” is the defining insult of 2016. The term emerged out of Brexit and the US election and is mainly lobbed by the right at what they consider to be the thin-skinned behavior and comments of the left. In September, the Guardian article… Read More
What I learned from watching Trump’s press conference today is that our president would not have made Russian prostitutes pee on his bed because he is a “germaphobe.” That’s right. Still, if the allegations are true, the 36-page report detailing his relationship with Putin and as well as Trump’s kinky sexual… Read More
On Inauguration day I am not having a party.
Looking through the window at the trees and the fog. The flush of new grass that comes when these Pacific rains return. Peaceful rains. Feeding the thin strip of green which clings to the western coast. An eyebrow of green. A parenthesis. A lover spooned against a mountain range and… Read More
One year ago. Middle of a month long journey. 290 miles on the Colorado River’s cold, red-silt water. 290 miles of a canyon spanning back 1.8 billion years. 30 days of wonder and delight. 30 nights of watching the moon grow full and then wane. Falling stars, shooting rapids, climbing… Read More