Oregon Coast Institute of Loose Ends

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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Letter of Recommendation

Cynthia (not her real name) has worked for us for years. She took in a young man that was in need of a home. In order to get some assistance she needed to apply for foster status, part of the proess being gathering references. I am the one that writes all of those references for employees. Not... Sign in to see full entry.

Moonlite Gathering

No poem -- just thought you's might like some fantasy stuff Sign in to see full entry.

Daddy Smooth Fingers

soft songs heard in the silent hours between the night and birth of morning songs of mountains never seen and magic vistas painted green of sleepy smiles and quiet repast and lurking memories of dreams of mystic truths and magic streams now languid visions fading fast no lyrics and no melody no... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 25, 2019

Pelicans

pelicans slide on the filigree of salty thread that floats above the pounding rows of waves playing follow the leader with skill and grace remnants of the pre-historic miniature feathered pterodactyls drifting silently in the space between the restless winds and the secrets of the timeless seas... Sign in to see full entry.

cormorants

cormorants fly in a bent bow formation never perfect like a phalanx of swans or the sharp V of canada geese they dip and weave in short winged bursts one falling back and then another over the stream, the trees, and the strand to settle at last on a rocky point just outside the first line of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

OK this isn't a poem and it is probably way too long but some of all ya'all might just get a kick out of it It is a true story.. Andy and Zeus have long since departed. The bear story Andy is a 17 year old Gordon setter. He has, in that span of time, thrown himself out of a fast moving pickup twice,... Sign in to see full entry.

Bears

I was just looking at an excellent picture of a treed bear BigV posted and it made me think of one of my favorite bear stories. I was working the 3 - 11 shift at the Washburne campground one night, a slow quiet night in September. This is was near the end of my season and most of the rest of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 21, 2019

Pookas

Pookas! You don’t see them- they see you. They’re watching everything you do, they steal your change and hide your keys, or boost a sock each time you sneeze, and turn your memory into swiss cheese. Pookas! Oh they can make computers crash, they’ll send your bill-pay to the trash, and cancel your... Sign in to see full entry.

The Farmer's

Well the farmer's bucktooth daughter played the banjo like a pro, she'd make it ring and rattle till the strings would seem to glow-- the 'ole rooster would sing background from his perch up on the rail, he'd harmonize right with the girl and together they would wail... well the razorback from down... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Ancient Woman

At Heceta Head (Devils Elbow) where I was a ranger there are two large lava rocks just outside the tide line. The actual names for these rocks are "Conical Rock" and, " Sugarloaf Rock". Those are two of the stupidest and least discriptive names ever -- I hate those names. To me they are the Wizards... Sign in to see full entry.

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