"A Life" was written for a particular tree that had shaded me from the afternoon sun for years but was removed by a developer. I watched as it was cut down, accompanied by the howling of a chainsaw, there one moment and then abruptly gone.
My vision of an errant log adrift on the sea was fostered by the many logs that have washed up on the beaches of Deception Pass and often used by beachgoers for forts or sculptures. After writing the poem, I saw a photograph of a large raft of corralled logs being moved down Deception Pass to be processed.
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AuthorI am a Northwest artist making collages from mulberry papers stamped by hand from original images that I have carved. Archives
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