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Just Suppose

Just suppose all the small and not so small gestures we make toward each other in the course of a day were completely selfless. [Read More]

The storm
is brewing,
I can feel it.
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I knew him.
He had an old dog
named Susie.
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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….

A natural zone between land and sea
where life holds to rock while waves work to wash life clean…

Toes cold in the sea, numb to the pain
Ambling along, no striving for gain

Sometimes I just don’t want to be
The gracious woman
Anymore.

We are up to the wire on saving the Homesteader forest. But I am told it is not over until the auction.

December 9, 2015 by T H Savaht 2 Comments

poems speak like otters
on their backs cracking clams
always opening

Watt Childress
July 2, 2026 at 7:45 am
on Every Patronus Will Lead Our Parade
Fills my heart with joy that you read this Michael. The musical synchronicities in this piece really moved me as
Michael Simpson
July 1, 2026 at 7:34 pm
on Every Patronus Will Lead Our Parade
A lovely expression of the true American experience. Thank you, patriot!
Watt Childress
June 13, 2026 at 2:40 pm
on Reverend Billy wants Oregon to Legalize Potlucks
I can see how one comes to that conclusion, given all the frustration that accompanies disempowerment. Here's a truth that
DHCG
June 7, 2026 at 2:49 pm
on Reverend Billy wants Oregon to Legalize Potlucks
“ They could encourage togetherness by example, tee-up other practical reforms to help free folks from the overreach of top-down
Susan Banyas
June 7, 2026 at 11:00 am
on Opening the Book of Indigenous Grief
"The future is made from grief that has been grieved." Thank you Cliff. Thank you Little People, for this gift