From: http://www.johncoulthart.com Sometime, in the recesses of my personal history, I found it pleasant, if not a little unnerving, to relish the macabre. This may have stemmed from attic readings of Greek tragedies. This may have stemmed from the very nature of the world I grew up in as a kid.Continue Reading
Amazingly enough, our Portland existence was brief. Just under three years. At the time it was going on, though, the time seemed to stretch on all the way back to the recesses of the beginning and seemed like they were never going to end. We left Goose Hollow. Thankfully. IContinue Reading
In the days leading up to it, Janice kept telling me there was something wrong. She was even blaming it on menopause. Menopause? Really? You’re too young, I kept thinking, kept saying. I thought it was a combination of stress, because the woman had a very stressful job. I alsoContinue Reading
There are days off and then there are days off. It was one of the latter for me on that mid-December day back in 2011. Janice had gone to Denver for the weekend. This meant that I was not only left alone in Portland, but I was completely unsupervised. AndContinue Reading
Whereas the Wood Village days became idyllic, I do not have a perspective as such to make the Goose Hollow days anything other than what they were: long days and longer nights. The Goose Hollow neighborhood is just west of downtown Portland between the Jen Weld Field and Washington Park.Continue Reading
View of downtown Portland from Vera Katz esplanade I suppose any valuable account of Portland, Oregon and my time within its city limits, may well be summed up with any one single experience. I could tell you about the birth of my son, or the day I paid off allContinue Reading
In the final days of living in Portland, Oregon, I dug through old work. I found this essay on an external hard drive that I tend to dump everything on. This essay The Walk Home was written some time in late 1996. It was an assignment in my Advanced Essay WritingContinue Reading
In my elevator landing I have spent years thinking about the merits of reading. There has also been the occasional post here about reading. Yes, there is the very nature of reading, the learning of something through the written word, and there has been the mention of the pure enjoymentContinue Reading
It’s no secret. My cousin Deana turned me on to photography. In this age of digital cameras, camera phones, tablets and stock photos in the cloud, Deana gave me not one, but two real life, analog, film cameras. Film. I haven’t used a film camera in nearly a decade. AndContinue Reading
When I first began this blog back in April 2010, I had no idea what I was doing. My first blog post was in April shortly after the AWP conference in Denver, but I had started the account six months prior in October of 2009. It took me months toContinue Reading