Jan A.

Hawaiian charm

Enough to save 

You from yourself.

David A. 

You could change your 

Name, come or go 

As you pleased, a

Dandy, us frogs.

We were friends once.

The Spot

Summers spent floating 

Clackamas River,

Tossing stones to the 

Opposite shore, and

Drowning endless sun.

Gillian C.

Little 

Surprise.

Hell’s Canyon

Wooden Indian,

Porch sitting.  Elk bones, 

Gun fire, and crows glide 

By at sunset.  What 

A racket we made.

Portland Rain at Night

Street lights,

Side walks.

Letters

A form 

Of faith.

Harvey H.

Opens beer bottles with lighter.

Makes novel use of soda cans.

Communicates in noisy bursts. 

Written Word

A vision

Made present.

Portland, Oregon

Moody little city

Brooding in hilly mists,

Do not make up your mind. 

Bagby Hot Springs

Confused, dark roads, 

Wrong turns and dead 

Ends.  Afraid to 

Push ahead, of

Turning back.  What 

Reward comfort 

Of hot water.

Kathy H.

Were you really

All that distraught?

Listening

Eyes closed 

Still see.

FF

Guy 

No.

Melissa H.

“Does he have 

Something on?”

Domo

I flatter myself

Although you still cried.

Matthew

Lost enough life 

For both of us.

Dream Fragment

You sat beside me 

Like you used to, there 

In that little bed.  

You laid your head down 

On my chest, quiet.  

Only one of us

Comforts the other.

The Back Room

Rain drops drip, 

Drip pattern 

Into view.

John M.

Far from

piddly.