Category Archives: personal history

Last night I dreamed Roy Rogers died…

Originally posted on The First Gates:
Roy Rogers was my first boyhood hero. For a time, around the age of three or four, I refused to answer to “Morgan,” insisting that my parents call me Roy. Me as Roy, probably…

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Incantations: The Magic of Reading Aloud

      The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath (Lovecraft cover art) by Gervasio Gallardo (b. 1934) I have read this very strange novel to myself and once to my then 3 year son, who loved it when I read him anything. I have … Continue reading

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Another April Poem

A Drift Everything then was falling apart and coming together simultaneously, situations bleeding noiselessly, the saturation of  wicking colors through beige fibers suddenly impacted by  metal and glass screaming to a halt bodies flying in all directions trying to land … Continue reading

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A Dangerous Woman

Ursula K. Le Guin: The Rabble-Rouser with a Gentle Smile By Neil Gaiman January 25, 2018 IN MEMORIAM   The thing about Ursula K. Le Guin was that she didn’t actually look like a rabble-rousing, bomb-throwing, dangerous woman. She had a … Continue reading

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Drums of Passion

At some point in my late teenage years, I was looking through a bin of miscellaneous foreign music in the Tower Records store on Broadway in Sacramento, and I came across this album. I don’t remember what about it caught … Continue reading

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Floating Mountains

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

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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