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 …
Category Archives: Creative
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. …
Water Signs
Father and Daughter and Water Dad nearly drowned in the mouth of the river at Fort Bragg, California, but that was before I was born. He spent the rest of the summer in the hospital, but that didn’t stop him from loving the ocean and water. You can’t trust it, he said, you can’t help …
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 …