When I Was Wild and Other Poems

Image by Pok Rie Ocean Home Living on the ocean as I do, I hunt fish and mollusks my kin are otters and whales, wide eyed we dive the night waves, soft in lullabies in a sea dream, starlit and moon cradled my lips are sparkling and salt flecked my eyes wide awake from sleep …

Happy Birthday, Lenny Bruce!

THRUPOINT Podcast Episode 7 After a 7-week power outage the podcast returns on the birthday of Lenny Bruce with a special tribute program in his honor. Sean examines the life, legacy, and legal career of Lenny Bruce with cuts from his 1965 Berkeley concert and 1966 UCLA talk, a story from Danbert Nobacon, and more. …

The First Weirdo I Met in Oregon

Getting to know a friend through her art: A look at Mary Aday a.k.a Mefore Aday, THRU Gallery’s Debut Art Exhibit When Mary Aday first moved to Portland from the South in 2005, a few of her new classmates at Oregon College of Art and Craft would ask her to repeat: Bright. White. Light. In …

What I See in Thawed City Streets

Written as an account of an actual walk through the streets of Portland this January 9, after a single day of non-freezing snow-melting weather — one of Portland’s iciest weeks on record. Portland is back to usual tonight. The rain is steady and the smell of donuts moves like an invisible steam through the streets. …

Treat Her Well

Never let those Vans dull. Bromance exists in a half second hug. Avoid the Hollister kids in their shiny rides earned solely from parents’ paychecks. Try to finish high school. Strive for above nine twenty-five. You’ll need it for the girl you probably knock up a few months before she turns seventeen. Treat her well. …

Community Supported Chicken

A Look into the Modern Farmer’s Movement Baked, fried, BBQ’d, on a stick, simmering in lemon and garlic: I love chicken. I love chicken in soup, Pad Thai, enchiladas, and cold for breakfast. Until recently however, I honestly could not tell you where it came from. How does it end up in the freezer? Somewhere along …

Birds Eating Birds

Death as Concept, Death as Survival, Death as Distant Reality. The first time I became aware of the concept of death was from the tag on a hair dryer. “Warn children about the danger of death from electrocution,” it read, under a cute rendering of a bathtub with lightning bolts all around it. As long-haired …

A Shattered Green Color

A Shattered Green Color What hangs from my eyes as I look down? Crystal pendulums spinning in the sunlight’s rays. Maybe they spin in fear of something new being on the other side by the time it gets back around? A different environment. Nothing special, just a brilliant green shattered among hazel tinted fragments pieced …