In the light, your face opens like a turning moon and I creep into a little pool of your light. Bring me across the river where I can sprawl on the bank and call this whole place my dreary home... Continue Reading →
They are building a bridge across the cool, dark current of the deep Willamette. When it comes together it will bare trains, footfalls, raindrops, stroller wheels Footfalls and raindrops, Tilikum, our new bridge, hails the people filling the trains. Above... Continue Reading →
