Kathy’s Blog


A Story Nov 2018

I stare way up through the trees. The sky is up there someplace. My neck stretches long and longer.  Lichens brush past. cedar branches curl and uncurl around my ears. Chickadees surprise out of their nests. Finally my head is above the canopy and then oops. Snaps right off. My neck collapses like a rope dropped off the side of a building. Drapes and loops around the rest of me, way down there on the forest floor. My head goes on slowly whirling across the tree tops and then up into the low clouds, dodging helicopters and geese. The geese swing their heads around to honk and stare at me. Who would have thought I could fly without my body. Im getting too good a view of all the clearcutting. I feel a drowning sadness. I cry and sob, but — not very satisfying without my lungs to fuel it.  I roll my way over to the national park, farther from the tree murders and the cruel racket of the motorcycles, leaf blowers, cement mixers, trucks. Im still wearing my warm hat which is good because wow is that glacial air cold. But I feel wonderfully free and light without my body. Nothing is itchy. My knees dont hurt.  I can see mountain goats and bears, a herd of elk, a few coyotes, an occasional tent. I circle and meander around the meadows and rivers and peaks. It’s gaspingly lovely. But, even this far away, I can hear a distant hum of human activity. And I’m still inhaling the ubiquitous invisibly-poisoned air, though at least it cant give me... read more
Chronicles of a Small Planet

Chronicles of a Small Planet

As I said in the last post, the book is ready to go! You can get a copy from me, or from Blurb.com or at the La Quinta Arts Fest in March. Possible pickup sites in Vancouver/Victoria, to avoid shipping costs. Stay tuned for that. http://www.blurb.com/b/7495549-chronicles-of-a-small-planet At this Blurb site, (which you will probably need to select/copy into your browser thing) you can get a 15-pg preview, or buy a book. Or email me to buy direct from me. I’ll sign it if you want. $30 ck or paypal. (enter my email into your paypal acct or send ck to Box 695 ALLYN WA 98524) Canadians take a look at the last post for special pricing.    ... read more

Tin Town January 2016

   Tin Town, just done. Scroll down for in-progress pix, and more details The globe rotates. Little doors are on hinges. The base is a 10-lb wt sandwiched between 2 rounds of wood and inserted/sewed!/glued/soldered in. and a couple of the many sketches I made, and the place I made them in... read more

My island

Suppose I am cast off on a desert island, with reams and reams of paper and a garbage can full of pens. Do you think I would write or draw? How badly do I really need other people? I think maybe I would invent them. I would befriend whatever animals lived there. The iguanas, chickadees, dolphins. Maybe an ocelot or monkey? I would definitely not be miserable like Tom Hanks in Castaway. What the heck. This is a fantasy. Lets make it perfect. Why imagine problems when its optional? On my island, for instance, no wrenching out of aching teeth. I am perfectly healthy in all ways until a sudden surprising moment. I look up from my drawing or writing. I frown? I smile? I exhale. I do not inhale. That’s that. In 50 years, a hundred years, they will find my skeleton. Still sitting under the big tree on the edge of the water, pen in my bony fingers, my last words long since washed away by the rain. My skull is... read more

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