Lately, as everyone knows, Seattle has been smoky, the air quality Victorian, the particulate levels exceedingly high. Particulates: the particular bits of the burning things, the things burning being the Northwest’s forests, the forests and their beings. Which are first of all trees: snags, sprouts, saplings, old growth, monoculture third growth firs. And spruce needles,…
Poetry in a Vacuum
The moon is a rock. No food on the moon!
Hello!
It’s summertime and it’s hot and we’d probably both like to be swimming. Yesterday I fished a live pill bug out of my daughter’s mouth. It uncurled itself in my palm. It went on living. Please stick around if you would like. You can read everything I know I’ve published here. Or go outside and…
