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About Rob Gourley

Rob Gourley's verse has appeared in DEGU A Journal of Signs, Elohi Gadugi Journal, Ghost Town Poetry, Shot Glass Journal, Sunset Times, and Upper Left Edge. He lives in a family of four in Aberdeen, WA -- observing wildlife & and growing a garden. Pre-pandemic he enjoyed dropping by open-mic events, Olympia to Astoria & Portland, for the stimulation of others and auditing new pieces he had been refining, but that's been several years ago now.

A Wetlands Wildlife Ode

September 11, 2021 by Rob Gourley 3 Comments

Given opportunity and our attentiveness,
wildlife will show us behaviors
we’ve not previously witnessed.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Nature, Poetry

La Señora de las Tortas

May 28, 2019 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

Mid-morning cake is not what I’m after,
and my few words of Español are inadequate for dialog.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Poetry Tagged With: Mexico, Poverty

Each Bedroom has Two Doorways

August 9, 2018 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

Only after several years
of cottage living
did I wake up one morning,
recollecting that
when we visited my grandparents’
Georgian Bay cottage in summer
whilst the blueberries were ripe,
I’d hear my Grand-dad
going out his bedroom’s back door
22 in hand,
before dawn brightened,
to scare the pesky goundhog
near his garden plot.

Filed Under: Poetry, ULE Tagged With: doorways, Education in Family

Minus Tide

March 22, 2018 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

Uneven runnels between larger outcrops
deepen, getting out to the surf-spray edge,
where waves confront black rocks in loud wallops.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Nature, Poetry, ULE

Drift Boats on the Klickitat

October 11, 2017 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

This is a hastening tributary —
it’s not the wider river
with headwaters gathered in the Rockies
which divulges its volume beyond Astoria.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Nature, Poetry Tagged With: McKenzie River drift boats

Offspring

July 26, 2017 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

The Deer raise their brown heads
to make contact by eyes
and seem to acknowledge,
I’m the harmless neighbor.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Nature, Poetry

Variation on a Sparrow Haiku

September 5, 2016 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

My wren haiku is a variation on Kerouac-Berrigan’s collaborative effort.

Filed Under: Nature, Poetry, ULE Tagged With: Jack Kerouac, Ted Berrigan

Note from the Cottage with Roof Replaced

April 14, 2016 by Rob Gourley 3 Comments

Perhaps it’s silly to mention
from my far-flung harbor region ….
The tri-color ink-drawn delight
of four geese running to take flight….

[Read More]

Filed Under: Nature, Poetry, ULE Tagged With: Clamming, Instructions, Motherhood

More Gleanings

Here Try Some of This Ointment

April 17, 2024 By Watt Childress 4 Comments

We are the Luminaries

August 8, 2023 By Watt Childress 2 Comments

Open Letter for Creation’s Caregivers

June 19, 2023 By Watt Childress 5 Comments

My November 2022 Ballot Choices

November 6, 2022 By Rabbi Bob 1 Comment

One Cup of Tea

November 15, 2020 By Lila Danielle 1 Comment

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Readers’ Comments

  • Watt Childress April 28, 2025 at 11:48 am on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltAlso, you inspired me to insert a sentence crediting Hoyt Axton with the song's genesis. Many thanks!
  • Watt Childress April 27, 2025 at 10:55 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltThank you kindly Jim for reading this and commenting. I enjoyed your review of "Sun House" by David James Duncan,
  • Jim Stewart April 27, 2025 at 8:26 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltNice! Hoyt Axton wrote the Jeremiah song and sang it with great gusto. Life wanders on and I'm still glad
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:51 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltDuring spring I think of you, and all the May Pole celebrations you've organized over the years. So grateful for
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:18 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltIn my dreams I sing to the multitudes, with a voice as clear and sweet and churchy as Lou Reed.
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