restaurants and poems:

there are four restaurants in portland i've fallen madly in love with:

1. (this is my favorite restaurant) screen door: their vegetables include: lacinato kale & roasted red pepper casserole w/ leeks, parmesan & herbed ricotta cheeses, topped w/ walla walla onion cream sauce and butternut squash bread pudding w/ caramelized onion & fontina cheese topped w/ leek cream.

2. delta: best collard greens i've ever had.

3. pine state biscuits: second best collard greens

4. the farm: i had the roasted beet salad with beet wedges and toasted pecans tossed with baby greens, walnut oil vinaigrette and garnished with goat cheese and chives.

poems:

emily kendal frey: the grief performance: i am not / as beautiful as that / terrarium

andrea rexilius: to be human is to be a conversation: here will i spell me out / the world / shucked from my own skin

james gendron: money poems: to clean the dirty water: more water. / our low, rough voices drift / over the shacks of millionaires.

pam rehm: small works:

forget me not


i walk from morning
into my ghost

a silent pulling
road to you

is it memory or
wonder

we are reduced to
following

beyond promise

of recognition

do you know this perfect and beautiful poem by kerri webster?

one part says:

the child outside my door / is not my child, just some random child / explaining the swimming pool.

or this equally perfect and beautiful book?

hello,

i will be in my favorite city next week. would you like to come? maybe i will sing this cowboy song there.

  

and the following monday (the 28th) i will be at powell's at 6pm for the smallpressapalooza. you should come.

have you read becoming weather by chris martin:

somehow this coincides
with a faith in
the world as a place

did you know you can get one poem per day by doing this?

here are some photographs from when i became a cowboy. we drove south from denver on 285, which is stunning.