lynn canal has quite a history of swallowing up boats, and most stories that have been shared with me involve the winds playing an important role in the event. it seems to funnel the breeze straight off those glacial mountains, and points further north, but the ‘mat has been making this run for many years […]


the alaska state flag is, in my opinion, a really cool one, as far as flags go anyway. the deep-blue made perfect sense: a color you would notice in a million places, often in varied hues, but probably the place you may notice it most perfectly is in the arriving light of dawn in the […]


of all of the music and art and the poetry of words, there is not a single instance of man-made utterance or refrain that has ever come close to conveying the melody of the wind in the trees, the song of an ebbing tide against the rocks, or the pastorale of a space and time […]


the last bloom hurried winds, ice pelts pausing only to assuage our hope. spring, mercy. lend gold light, last bloom, winter arrived bearing dark today: you scoffed, smiled. in humble fading regalia, we find our repose and we wait. ———– for the florida connection, hk, the all-time queen of impromptu haiku texting. cmh. edgecumbe drive, […]


“around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “stay awhile.” the light flows from their branches. and they call again, “it’s simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.” –mary oliver ————————————————————- for those yet […]


“but the love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only home we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need — if only we had the eyes to […]


he snores louder than any human. he belches and farts like a drunken lout. he drools and slobbers and snorts like a tasmanian devil (the cartoon version anyway). he aggravates and annoys his canine buddy and their keepers. sir dookie duke. sir portly snortly. snorty shorty. or just plain ol’ duke. it does not matter […]


“…our own capacity for language creates the void that divides us from the voiceless things of the earth…” –paul gruchow, ‘the necessity of empty places’, 1999 “i’m out planting a forest. please leave your name and number and i’ll try to get back to you before it matures.” –leo drey’s answering machine greeting “…you leave […]


in the dark recessed mystery of feelings and dreams are things known -nowhere else not in the bravest intelligence nor aptest contriving wit is knowing realized -only in feelings and dreams are things found as great as -love and death ethel c. davis juneau, alaska ———– …and sometimes, perhaps in our darkest hour, the hands […]


i like to lean against a tree to feel its rough strength pouring into me to look up at the top through tangled branches and feel leaves falling on my troubled face; i look down at covered earth to see the wild moss gathered there, tears of long remembered sadness drop down to the tree […]


for keith eugene garnick: just one more sunset aboard the s/v wanderon, remembering well the good days lived by a rare and true alaskan, a condition which often has nothing whatsoever to do with ones place of birth and, as such, was made so even before you ever showed up here from south dakota the […]