Oregon Coast Institute of Loose Ends

a town boy and a farm boy too one part angel, three parts brew a warrior and a diplomat good with fido and the cat fond of horses, not of cows shuns the bunnies, pets the sows in his pocket is a book in his eye a far off look dreams of heros shy with girls hangs out with a pack of squirrels talking... Sign in to see full entry.

Leaping kids in T-shirt armor Challenge whipping morning wind, Young ones take turns in a puddle-- In and out and out and in!! Kicking, splashing, laughing, shoving, Delirious as is their way, Ignoring traffic, rain and tempest, Little kidlets lost in play. The older children watch with envy,... Sign in to see full entry.

poor chucky is no thing of beauty elephantine ears and a bloated nose pitted skin and a slack lipped stare poor chucky is no thing of beauty but chucky walks the road and sees the things the others just pass by nose pickers dope smokers drunk drivers and off-key singers are the stars of chucky’s... Sign in to see full entry.

chipmunk children on a leaf staging boxing matches playing tag across the parking lot freezing in place when the shadow of a raven darkens the ground one runs inside an empty can peeking out and taking swipes at sibling munk trying to get in a red-eyed towhee watches with tilted head chiding the... Sign in to see full entry.

Better people live above it all unconcerned, uncaring and incapable of compassion or even apathy seeking success and normalcy they only see what they choose see and cannot hear the melodies that separate the galaxies so they overlook life’s mysteries in favor of a book of rules. The lesser folk are... Sign in to see full entry.

6:30 a.m. is still coal black, Its gloom loudly punctuated by unseen, pounding sheets of rain That sweep clumps of needles, yesterday’s lost items And carelessly cast off garbage into swollen sewers. River rats and common working people prowl, soaked to the bones, Wishing to snuggle into a warm bed... Sign in to see full entry.

A droopy rhody shimmers in the porch-light’s glow, Safe behind its cyclone fence It stands with quiet confidence, A mute witness to the vast events Which are the little moments passing in a little town. Life here happens in its own time, A bit of love. A bit of crime. A bit of chaos to spice the... Sign in to see full entry.

In the middle of Winter’s yearly rage, In the months when ice clouds ride the skies And cold nights wear their brightest jewels, Mock Spring will come to tease us. When Sunrise, late again, arrives To greet the frost encrusted Morn Its gaze is met by withered landscapes Beaten down by November’s... Sign in to see full entry.

Lacy fingers tendril out to caress the pebble dotted strand, Then draw back in a soft massage, bearing driftwood, shells and sand Into the icy current of the moody, dark, flood-swollen river To mingle with the thundering waves that cause the silent stones to shiver. A wheeling flight of keening... Sign in to see full entry.

I saw some wild swans today, Out on the river, free and proud. They made me think of other days When autumn seemed so brash and loud. When I, with a younger face, would climb The leaf-less trees of another time To watch as wild geese, south bound flew, Across my prairie and out of view. Then, on my... Sign in to see full entry.