When entering the Gorge, leave behind all preconceptions. Let yourself be carried off on a stream of consciousness that tickles the heavens as readily as it grinds down stone.

Our Plain Disregard For The Sirens

Our shine in the dirt, our voice

in the din, our plain disregard for

the sirens that wail at our aspirations, offering us

real estate in their watery graves…

~ From the poem ON OUR WAY THROUGH (from my poetry collection THE WORLD BETWEEN THE LAST FIX AND THE NEXT)