joined on 03/03/05
last updated 01/14/09
January 1, 2009
Ember, smoldering, glowing, burning. You are such pure spirit. What a true blessing to connect with you in Oregon and beyond! Sharing expressive thought through poetry in motion.
moving like the ocean of eternity that will always be.
Your true heart is what eye see.
your grace, your journey,
thru this place.
Thank you
brother.
October 15, 2008
ember is still burning the cinder in us all when many have reached for the extinguisher or simply forgotten to tinder the fire. we will find that cinder burning long into the dark night ahead...
May 3, 2007
this one changes and morphs, is not afraid. this one is powerful in word, body and soul. this one is gentle breeze, fast current, warm whiskey and honey. this one's love is big and gorgeous. this one's beats move many. I miss you brother.
May 28, 2006
ember is all smiles as he drops some bootie bouncing bass onto the dance floor. we scream. he smiles more, overjoyed to take us as far as we are willing to go. as a friend and lover, that ability to listen attentively, relate, and give what is needed is finely honed. he offers his body, skills, and love easily, with full faith that it will be returned sometime, somehow, somewho. pulling his strength from the sticky sap of cottonwood buds, the mossy laps of old-growth hemlock, and the clownish antics of his golden friends, ember is love.
October 30, 2005
Ember is a good listener. He makes you feel like you're the most interesting and important person in the world when you're talking to him. And Ember loves his costumes which are beings unto themselves with names and everything. And Ember has a funny accent and would say cahst-ooms if he was talking about his costumes.
Ember is good people.
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Do you see where we are?
Old growth Douglas Fir bank above a still lakeshore
The plump moon sings to the north, her light casting shadows as she rises
Soon another round will be over
Another cycle complete in the overarching rotation
Times of light alternating with times of dark
How extraordinary I find it
Me with you here now
Bearing witness to what’s left of the wild
On this far out lakeshore
Many miles from home
In late September
The Fall
that’s coming.
Thu, October 30, 2008 - 12:42 PM
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The Last Flowering Before the Fall
(For Allen Ginsberg)
I see you floating there, back lit in white, tripping out on America's mad habit of mainlining plastic and petroleum,
Almost forty years ago you said our failing ecological systems were a reflection of our polluted consciousness,
You warned our addiction to the American Way would lead to the country's downfall and the destruction of the planet itself.
How intent your expression was, gazing into the television camera with s...
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Fri, April 4, 2008 - 7:55 PM
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Looking down at the city from a broken bedroom window, above an empty church with a pot-belly broiler on fire, heating the whole place up and beckoning soft tapestries to dance, seductively in the hallways
Jade colored lights strung above asphalt blink:
GO!
And we do, down abandoned streets, past broken window homes where red bricks stand wobbly with their seams unfastening
Industrial Cauldron Collapse
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Mon, January 7, 2008 - 1:49 AM
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Out beyond my perch in the tall sedge grass, where fresh water tickles the muddy flat, hundreds of mew and bonapart’s gulls rest, waiting for the flooding tide to replenish all that has been absorbed by the foraging of otters, eagles, mink, and grizzly bear. The tide will, of course, oblige, as it always does—this generous friend of the estuary system and coastal fringe. Slow but consistent, imperceptible yet always on the move. I can see it to the south, building against high shoals, oozing ...
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Tue, August 7, 2007 - 4:57 AM
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The big ferry vessel LeConte pushes its way south, passing the sedge covered expanse of the Katzehine Delta to the east. Veins of frothing silver water spill the high country’s essence into Lynn Canal and demarcate green stands of uncut Sitka Spruce and Hemlock—the great trees of the Tongass National Forest.
Even on this big ship of steel I can feel the canal’s intensity as 25 knot winds stir waves that heft the bow of the boat. Usually I ride on the ferry’s upper deck, exposed and open to...
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Fri, July 6, 2007 - 4:17 PM
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!Majestic Mexico!,
(((Ambient Groove Temple))),
::Ableton Live music software::,
Alaskan Burners (and BRC expats),
Allen Ginsberg,
Beat Culture,
Bio-regional Animism,
bumping buddha sound ship,
Burning Man,
Burning Vancouver,
Cinemacosmiconsciousness,
Culture Jamming,
DIY - do it yourself,
EARTHTRIBEBRC,
Edible and medicinal plants of the wild,
Friends of Ishmael,
GAIA - the earth is alive,
Goa Gil Northwest,
Herbal Medicine,
Intention Retreat,
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