Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Morning Walk
There
is a splash of rain…just enough to refract the light. The
gulls are breaking fast and an intrepid old man is riding his bicycle through
the sand.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Evening Walk
Monday, October 31, 2011
Halloween
It’s Halloween in a quiet space where the eve is marked only
by the orange of the setting sun. There is no one here where I am camped, over
the ancient site of a band of Salish. The ephemeral clouds ghosting the creek
assume dream forms as I bend far out over darkening ripples where fish surface
and insects light. Just where the
fresh water flows into the saltier sea, another slap and roll of bright rings leads my eye to what the heron has already spied. A trout rises, disturbing the wavering ghosts fishing in
deep water.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Sustenance
Late at night
Men pull food
Out of restaurant garbage
Some of it eaten
Some shoved into plastic bags.
One crabbed old man
Pulls a cart
Filled with dirty bags
His tattered shreds
Into the square
Calling in the pigeons.
He crumbles bread
Over the pavers
Where hundreds of birds
Cloud and swirl
Landing on arms and head
Flapping for a share.
We move closer
Cameras thieving
His image
Until he spies us Cautious
Moving around the edges.
Cackling
He holds out a crooked hand
But we back away
Across some thin line
Shrinking
From filth and stench
And fear.
Glowering, he spits at us
And grabs a bird
In violence
Wringing from it
What we would not give
Even as fair trade.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Paris Notes by Sheila D Robertson | Make Your Own Book
My newest notebook
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My newest notebook
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Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Wallowa Mountains
Seven Devils from Buckhorn Guard Station |
Spent the last week living in a tent... retuning to nature in the Wallowa Mountains. It was a retreat of sorts to focus on writing and photographing.... two of my passions.
Twelve others and I spent this time together at Fishtrap's Outpost in Billy Meadows, working on our craft.
Meadows of Flowers |
The nights were filled with bugling elk, howling coyotes, calling owls and the lyric song of the thrush. The days were filled with flowers, butterflies and rich words.
View from Buckhorn Guard Station |
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