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Guess Who Died: A Game for the Living

  Every two weeks, I call my parents if they don’t beat me to the punch. The first half is with my father, where I learn about the minutes of daylight lost or gained this season in comparison to my more dramatic latitude, the latest in his battles to defeat encroaching development, and his pre-industrial […]

Woman, Beaten, on the Train

This woman rode the subway today. I did not notice her and her two small kids, wide-eyed and well-behaved, sitting across from me. Most likely, they were on the train when I got on, and it was me who moved to them when seats opened up. Neither she nor her kids stood out: Seattle’s subway […]

Names They Have Called Me

“What?” As a child, this was the most common response to telling someone my name. What was dispensed in a neutral tone for the first name. The second name most often skipped the what altogether for hard confusion, or laughter. Getting older and going to school, the relationship changed. Older people’s doting and affected surprise […]

Some People I Knew

Some People I Knew

I am not sad now. Sad is too light a word, like using steam to build a bridge. What weight could such a bridge hold? But the world is bigger than our sense of it, and, depending on conditions, steam can hold a lot. Trapped inside a cylinder, it can pull a chain and lift that […]

Ralph’s: More Than Pretty Good

Bernie Sanders is in town. A week before, he filled Key Arena and thousands are left outside by the Seattle Center fountain to watch the stump speech on a portable Jumbotron. A week later he returns, this time to the five-times larger Safeco Field, where the line creeps down Fourth Avenue. I wait two hours. At the end, I watch a […]

You Are Not Alone, Again

Why be uncertain? Someone has gone before you. Even imagined time is real enough.

Tropics and the Surreal

Time flows in syrup, passing through reed walls on bug legs. Humidity grounds the air to the ocean. Greens glow with the calls of strange birds who speak a sense only they know. Human things merge into the natural world, all the flowers and rocks ignorant of the tiny blip of time in which our things […]