Monthly Archive: August, 2012


    You do not become a ‘dissident’ just because you decide one day to take up this most unusual career. You are thrown into it by your personal sense of responsibility,combined with… Continue reading

Portland Blues Festival

THE WEARY BLUES Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor… Continue reading

The spell of the Oregon coast

    THE CLOUD The last one of clouds of scattered a tempest, Just single you’re flying in azure, the prettiest, Just single you’re bringing the sorrowful shade, Just single you’re saddening day… Continue reading