Baying in sylvan moonlight, intrepid eyes watch as harbingers of sound, spoken word dappled in periwinkle trust, parades flamboyantly, confidently, down horse cobbled streets. [Read More]
True to their fears, a figure came charging around the bend, arms stretched out like some albatross clumsily taking to the air. [Read More]
Pig, our family goldfish, died recently at the age of three years. He was purchased with low expectations, having cost only 25 cents. Nevertheless, he was an ambitious soul for a feeder fish. [Read More]
Words are shared in memory of Steve McLeod, beloved artist and gatherer. [Read More]
Indie authors exude do-it-yourself spunk. They’ve learned to sustain their creative work with internal drive and direct contact with readers.[Read More]
Deep in the soil of my soul, I am Me; gritty, earthy, and raw. The heartbeats of my children live there. As do the spirits of lost loves, the hope of eternal life, and the forgiveness that I will someday grant myself. [Read More]
Featured Writer — Tony Farrenkopf
Dr. Tony Farrenkopf practices clinical, health, trauma, sport, and forensic psychology in Portland, Oregon. He loves his job, and he loves his memories of spirited conversations with the Reverend Billy Hults at the old Bill's Tavern in Cannon Beach.