Category Archives: Tides-A-Com’n

Ides of Marching

“It was the kind of March day when the sun shines hot, and the wind blows cold, when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” -Charles Dickens And I thought to myself, “Chaz-Dick, who you tellin’?” … Continue reading

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December, remember?

Breathe deep, the gathering gloom, the swirling melancholy mists of malaise! What the..? Oh, yeah, December. Well, this grey is why we live in the Northwest! So there must be some other factors conspiring to make me sad. I have … Continue reading

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I’ve spent the last few weeks in a state of heart-pounding retroactive dread. It’s not especially practical, as there’s nothing left to lose. This is supposed to be freedom, right? It was this time last year that my place washed … Continue reading

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The tweakers have been fighting over my sneakers. As well they might. They are a sweet old pair of vintage Adidas that I used to wear to cut the grass. When my property fell into the ocean, there was no … Continue reading

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It’s my hurricane party and I’ll cry if I want to, and take all the pictures I want. The End! I know, right? Yet my place hung in there, on the edge, for a long, long time. I appreciated the … Continue reading

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WillShe B. Next

Do not go acting a fool right now, for I am in the angry phase of grief. In addition to other events, which we will cover shortly, my friend Regnor, one of the most inspiring and disciplined artists I’ve ever … Continue reading

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The Farmer’s Almanac called this last full moon the “Cold Moon, when winter fastens its grip,” and noted that the Cheyenne Indians called it “Moon when the wolves run together.” I need to write those wolves a thank-you note. What … Continue reading

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