Category Archives: Madrona Grove

Shut Ins

There is a growing concern on my mind about the condition and mentality of our elderly that I must address: Shut-ins. Sparked by a recent incident, the following rant is an attempt by me to process the barbarian social cycle Americans have created.  A cycle that involves the elements of the high cost of healthContinueContinue reading “Shut Ins”

Whatcom Creek Fire

On June 10, 1999, around 3:25 P.M., a 16-inch fuel line owned by the Olympic Pipe Line Company ruptured spilling over 277,000 gallons of gasoline into Whatcom Creek.  The volatile fuel explodes killing three people.  The massive fireball sent smoke 30,000 feet into the air, visible from Anacortes to Vancouver! One and a half milesContinueContinue reading “Whatcom Creek Fire”

Poetry: River Ink

    River Ink Went to the river looking for a poem I found my familiar trail Winding woods that hug the bank Whatcom Creek in August Bushes high and Full of berries, Birds and spider’s webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river This what peace looks like, Melted into movement TreeContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”

Star Berries

Oscar Wilde said, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”  The day before New Year’s 2013 my eyes are everywhere but the stars.  I feel like I’m in the gutter.  I am one of an estimated two million in the U.S. whose emergency unemployment benefits ended DecemberContinueContinue reading “Star Berries”

Christmas Card 2012

Thank you for visiting Madrona Grove. With over 16,500 visitors in two years, you have given me a wonderful present! In a few weeks I’ll launch the first poetry book from this blog: “Madrona Grove:  Poems Written Under the Canopy” My “staff” and I will make sure you’ll know how to purchase a copy for yourContinueContinue reading “Christmas Card 2012”

Forgiveness

As a writer I am often overtaken by my characters.  Trying to imagine what a new character is thinking, how they would walk, talk, what kind of clothes they wear and what they’ll do next is in the job description.  Yet sometimes I’ll have an encounter SO real that it seems more like entertaining aContinueContinue reading “Forgiveness”

Song: I Love

https://youtu.be/vONC3sdhiwM My mom came up for a visit today.  Mom and I both share the gift of gab.  We chatted all through breakfast and during coffee, while doing a project around my home, and had a nice chat over a glass of water.  We touched on many subjects.  Somehow we started to talk about theContinueContinue reading “Song: I Love”

What Are You?

For the first two weeks of my life I was an orphan.  My birth mother left me at the Seattle hospital I was born in.  She walked in to the emergency room in labor, gave birth and left the next day.  Gone.  Nothing but a one page form filled out.  It’s doubtful that the information she gave was truthful,ContinueContinue reading “What Are You?”

Poetry: River Ink

River Ink Went to the river looking for a poem I found my familiar trail Winding woods that hug the bank Whatcom Creek in August Bushes high and Full of berries, Birds and spiders webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river Is this what peace looks like, Melted into movement Tree branchContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”