In an earlier post on the Edge’s Forum, I talked about the current labor negotiations between the Oregon Nurses Association (ONA), representing the nurses at Columbia Memorial Hospital (CMH), and the hospital management. The union negotiating team is currently busy preparing a counter-proposal to the hospital’s “final offer”.
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Clatsop-Nehalem hereditary chief celebrates 91st birthday!
On Saturday, July 13th, at Ft. Clatsop, the Clatsop-Nehalem Confederated Tribes celebrated the 91st birthday of their Hereditary Chief Joe Scovell with a flintlock salute.
Outside the Nehalem public restrooms
Clutched walking sticks kicked from the
Tourist gait, all in gloomy imagination:
Faces
(Now imagine rage)
Laid onto discarded receipts for the
Chocolate chip cookie becoming the
Gravel chipped cheek
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Into Hellfire Via Portland Frost
From the first line, I love this book, and it’s not even the first line but the quote before the first line that jump starts the whole thing. See, it’s Flannery O’Connor.
I’m haunted by O’Connor. This southern woman with pheasants on her farm who died before forty and wrote short stories about serial killers shooting good Christian grandmas and four-year-old boys drowning themselves in baptismal rivers. [Read More]
Three Poems
Feathers did not evolve for flight
as every chicken knows, flight
came to be from feathers– the
archaeologists have clearly shown. And
the chicken, they did conclude at last,
first burst from the egg; much later
she found and crossed her road.
What If We Mined It All?
Today I encountered three stories of the displacement of indigenous peoples and environmental destruction in the name of progress. The first was from a talk by Arundhati Roy given at Northwestern University on March 18 called Reimagining the World.
My Ballot Choices for May 21 Special Election
It’s really hard to believe that, here in the 21st century, we still vote by filling in dots on a piece of heavy paper. Remember to use a pen (blue or black ink only), and of course your vote won’t count if you either don’t fill in the oval completely, or G-d forbid, go outside the line!
The Upper Right Edge
There are some parts of the world
Where writing begins at the upper right edge
For those who know how to write.
My Poetry Refuses Words Today
We meet
only in the humming of the wind in my ears
the smell of winter fog
and the contours of a face,
ever changing with my changing thoughts.
My poetry refuses words today.
Doorway
Hello how are you do I really care
The language changes but the question’s still there
Spare a quarter, a dime a minute of your time
Have you ever hung a sign degrading what little is left of your mind
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