There are hollowed dry bones littered through the house I step on barefoot in the dark.
It rained last week, real rain in August, battering the grape leaves and splitting tomato skins. It reached 100 degrees this week. Yesterday there was morning thunder, more rain, and a 6.3 earthquake off the southern coast of Oregon. I walked Mercy down to the park to sweat tears in the steaming field when the cloud cover lifted and the sun came out. I didn’t feel the earthquake although I woke suddenly and got out of bed. I stepped on a bone.
Cagibi published my postcard from the Upper Truckee River this week. I forgot it was coming out so pleased to see it up. I finished the same stubborn essay again, enough to submit. Finishing is the trick. True enough that works of art are never finished, only abandoned. Submitted. Rejected. Revised. I reach the limits of my senses at a certain point. As though born unable to hear, yet aware there is a realm of music beyond my comprehension I scan for but can never translate. I know it’s out there. The challenging is finishing.
Max and Faten are building a cabin on the Calapooia river up the valley. The river was named for the original local tribe, the Kalapuya, a rocky trout run that slides down the Cascades to join the Willamette. Fish skate the granite and quartz rocks and dart away.
Kim K. McCrea 
Earthquakes and morning thunderstorms. The apocalypse is upon us. I enjoyed your postcard.
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Nice piece Kim! Must feel great…and hear you, on finished vs. abandoned. And the limits to one’s senses, as you say.
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Deadlines —a paper due, a presentation, a thesis defense, we were trained for production with artistry embedded incidentally as a side dish.
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That’s good. I gave myself a 9 o’clock deadline this AM to post my latest, and how satisfying in some conditioned way perhaps to hit it. Industrializing the creative process? Ha…
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Exactly. It’s showing up, clicking “publish,” committing to a submission deadline, and being your own rival. Otherwise time floats and passes, is expansive and expendable.
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Hear, hear.
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Quite, serious beauty. Space. Nice to be here. Oddly feels calming, in spite of earth tremors and bones. That second paragraph!! Love. So true. Thank you
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That was mean to say “Quiet” not quite. :))
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Omg. “Meant.” Ok I will stop now. Promise. 😂
Hope you don’t mind that I linked to your lovely pages in my latest post. Thanks for visiting my blog the other day, enabling me to find yours again. 💛
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I’m delighted, thank you
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Your pages are a delight. I love your work
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