Category Archives: On the Salish Sea

Tolmie State Park Evening

Posted on April 19, 2016 by randomyriad

The tight fist of day Softened in the light Fading over the still water  beyond the rock mossy flat. My footsteps on the bridge as I walked back to the car The sound of wood vibrating.  

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Floating Mountains

Posted on October 22, 2015 by randomyriad

When I lived on Lummi Island, my children were children, and I rose early to take the ferry to work everyday. I would look out the wall of window and see Mt. Baker and the Sisters dark against the sunrise. … Continue reading →

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Living in Limbo on Lummi Island: Walking, Working, and Waiting

Posted on October 11, 2015 by randomyriad

I am in work limbo and living with a good friend on Lummi Island while I wait for paperwork to start my new job in Lacey. I am working temporarily with my lovely friends big and little at Generations, my … Continue reading →

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Three Unconnected Thoughts Written Down Today at Various Times

Posted on September 22, 2013 by randomyriad

#1  Today the sun and clouds decorate the sky with sculptures of water, ice, and floating particles. A gentle breeze, like a lazy curator in a sky-sized gallery, sifts through the day, moving the pieces about here and there. I … Continue reading →

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Century #22: Surflessness

Posted on August 10, 2012 by randomyriad

From the Journal of Mylo Grove: July 19, 1998 My mom read the pages I wrote. She thought it was perfect. She said that even if she hadn’t known me and picked that up and read it, she would know … Continue reading →

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