Oregon Coast Institute of Loose Ends

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Sunday, February 17, 2019

Costal Spring

It must be Spring. The rain is warmer And falls straight down in gushes, Not angling in from the southwest Like the raging ghost of a Polynesian warrior. The garbage man has robbed the crows. They hunch on the rail, dejectedly drip-drip-dripping, Staring at the closed dumpster where raindrops strike... Sign in to see full entry.

Summer

I used to like the summer best. Back then that meant the lazy days When books and teachers disappeared, And we’d explore the secret ways That lead to where the creatures hide In gullies and on the mountain side, Or bright meadows where wild apples grow Because some stranger, long ago, A hunter... Sign in to see full entry.

Dunes

The dunes are painted in stripes and patches Like an immense, piebald, yellow cat stretched out, yawning, in a patch of morning sun. The burn-off hangs like a tattered rag on the edge of skys Promising blue days and gusty, brine-laced winds To sandblast the faces of children, brought from far away... Sign in to see full entry.

winter's Storms

Brazen sky and wispy clouds On a collision course with the winter’s fury Pause and reflect on dune grasses bent-- Laid low by a cold and clinging rain, Defeated in wind whipped agony, Buried under drifting sands.. Huron hunkers in the lee Of fallen trees and watches for minnows In the... Sign in to see full entry.

Milking Song

I hear the old, sad cowboy song, Yo-loooodeee-deeodeee-deeee-o And remember a radio in times passed so long, Tee-o-deee dee-o-deee deee-o… Playing low at milking time-- five in the morn’ Midst the sweet smells of hay, ripe barley, sour corn, And the old cow’s bad habits that splattered my boots, The... Sign in to see full entry.

Mildew Bluz

oh i gots a bad case of mildew blues mildew’s been growen inside my brain ain’t seen the sunshine for weeks at a time it been hidden behind them dark clouds and rain, and memories of summer got flushed down the drain so i sits, and i whines, and i moans and the mildew creeps into my bones. no... Sign in to see full entry.

Old Raven

old raven talked to me this morn he looked me in the eye and said “why are you sitting there like that? just what the hell goes through your head?” he fluffed his fine old midnight pate puffed up his chest and barked a laugh “the funny thing,” he chuckled, “is you think you’re clever and a half.... Sign in to see full entry.

Summer

I used to like the summer best. Back then that meant the lazy days When books and teachers disappeared, And we’d explore the secret ways That lead to where the creatures hide In gullies and on the mountain side, Or bright meadows where wild apples grow Because some stranger, long ago, A hunter... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Politicking

conservative conschmertive liberal my ass it’s demicans it's republicrats all are trying to pass as average honest citizens with an ordinary lives they have 2.35 children they have doting christian wives they have beamers they have a mini vans and boats they never sail they have a daughter down in... Sign in to see full entry.

One More Bad Country Song

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