Get Out of Portland!

Get Out of Portland!

The lists goes on and on. A long miserable soliloquy that is really only a fraction of the names that it could be. A list that leans back to the first time black people stepped onto this soil and were bought and sold on a block. No thought to their needs. Their pain. Their humanity.

Do They Notice We are Gone?

Do They Notice We are Gone?

Mother and Daughter They live in our woods. Sleep in a nest of grass between large moss covered boulders and ancient gray barked firs. When I walk by the pair they eye me with curiosity and wariness. I avert my gaze then lift my camera and click. I wonder about… Read More

No One Sleeps

No One Sleeps

While we isolate in our homes, our hearts learn to reach out to the world.

Return with Reverence

Day 5 of the World Wide Pandemic, I turned off the TV, the radio, the internet, and instead listened to the music I love and looked at pictures I had taken of the places I love. It was my meditation. My ode to love and hope and pleasure and peace… Read More

Socialism in a Time of Crisis

Socialism in a Time of Crisis

The irony of Corona Virus in the United States, a country that likes to demonize socialism, is that socialist programs are exactly what the people in the USA are clamoring for in this time of crisis — government help in the form of the wide distribution of free medical tests,… Read More

The Contagion of Hate

The Contagion of Hate

Seven minutes. Take seven minutes and watch the film below. It will either scare the hell out of you, or give you a feeling of righteousness and moral vindication. If you feel the later, you are part of the reason I find this film so disturbing. The short movie, A… Read More

Melancholia

Melancholia

At first Jacob Illich admired these Americans their casualness, and considered it a sweet nativity. Then he became bored. And then resentful.

At the Koi Pond

At the Koi Pond

At the Koi pond, she saw clouds floating with coral colored carp. Sky shimmered water. The lace of ice. “It’s beautiful,” she said to no one, because on this cool morning there was no one. No children tugging at her coat telling her they needed to pee, no parent “chaperones”… Read More