Category Archives: time travel

Tarot Journal #53: Prince of Cups/ Prince of Swords/ Two of Cups

Just Being Me For A While I took a walk today down the bike trail to a little path down into the woods ending at two small benches facing a lily pad lake where Roberta and I sat and watched … Continue reading

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2022 Graphics Journal Pages #21 and #22: June 13- August 14

CartoBiography III A and B: Life in Washington 1997 A B

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Tarot Journal #18: 5 of cups(Regret)/IX The Hermit

Shining a Light on Loss and the Myriad Possibilities Last night as I was going through my bedtime routine a sudden unbidden memory of driving to my sister’s house in the coastal range of Oregon east of Coos Bay. I … Continue reading

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The Middle of Spring in Skookumchuck on the Chehalis Western Trail part I

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Poems of April 2018 #1

Concentric Bubbles When I think in poetry, I draw diagrams of meaning inside larger circles of words made of symbols for windy sounds  constricted.   Packs of baseball cards on the racks as I walk past into the supermarket enclosed me in … Continue reading

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