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

The Chair

The Chair

When he came home later that night, still a little high, still a little angry, he found a window busted, the TV smashed, and his chair, a run down thing that used to be his Ma’s —  nowhere in site.

Sunrise

Sunrise

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

GOD GIVEN RIGHTS

GOD GIVEN RIGHTS

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

Goodbye Katie Lee

Goodbye Katie Lee

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

THE DEATH OF TRUTH

THE DEATH OF TRUTH

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.

I See Fear

I See Fear

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?

I am a Snowflake

I am a Snowflake

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