Please Allow me
Please bear with me as I, like Walt Whitman, sing my body electric. I’m 71, I turned the dial to begin my 72nd year on this planetary journey while visiting my son Cameron and his wife and kids in Florida. I traveled and adventured with my wife, a dazzling respite from the wet Portland cold,…
Guerilla Time
One of the joys of college – back between 1969 and 1974 when I was finishing the final two years for my Bachelor’s at Salem State – was participating in guerilla theater. I’d swung way over to the far left, in terms of personal, political, and cultural outlook re: the world and how it operated,…
Before Breakfast
Yes, the prediction is for the rains to come, they always do here in Decembers, we’ve escaped periodically with sunlight like yesterday which actually had a spring-ish feel, felt that way on a walk through the beaver-damned-up swampland at Errol Heights, the site of much nature enjoying and poetry-inspiring walking last spring. Oh, a…
Delete to Lean, and Learn What Happens
From the “Morning Pages”: Wow, I just noticed, after some first-thing editing, I have cut more than 2000 words from the first collection of included stories (for the under-construction book) through deletion of whole stories and maybe nearly as much by a word or words or whole sentences here and there through my repeated editings…
From a Deck at the Coast
I’m sitting out here in/under the abundant sun and the idea comes to me that I don’t have anything to say. Seriously. I have thoughts, I have opinions, I suppose like everyone. But in terms of trying to say something which has value and is worthy of asking for peoples’ time? Nah, not so much.…
Addendum of Sorts
9/16/18 Verbatim ‘Morning Pages’ I have a distinct sense, which feels to be clearing with time, that the “Couch” Blog is in fact something special – special for me as an opportunity to move closer to focus and devotion and intention, loyalty even, than what I have usually wrung from myself in the past.…