Tag Archives: Seattle

What’s Best

It’s “best of” season. Best books of the year. Movies. Songs. And because we are approaching 2020, the lists are expanding to cover the entire decade. It’s hard to resist such categorization. I keep a list of books I’ve read … Continue reading

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Ferry Writing

Every Saturday for the last five weeks, I’ve gone to Colman Dock in downtown Seattle and bought a ticket for the Bremerton ferry. Usually, my colleague Avery is there when I arrive, and we chat about department politics and stacks … Continue reading

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Love My City

Last night Seattle residents celebrated, remembered, and waxed poetic over the places we once loved that are now long gone. For me, it was Pizza and Pipes, a restaurant at 85th and Greenwood where organists rocked a huge Wurlitzer organ. … Continue reading

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I took my empty book bag to the writing conference that was here in Seattle recently, and I wandered through the book fair and scooped up free tortilla chips at the receptions and waved at my friends across the crowded … Continue reading

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Video of Reading: “The Urge for Going”

My thanks to Jourdan Keith for inviting me to read as part of the Word’s Worth program, which is sponsored by Seattle City Council Member Nick Licata. My reading on April 10, 2013, is the first three minutes of this … Continue reading

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This time of year, the leafless limbs of Callicarpa bodinieri bobble with amethyst berries. The bright clusters are striking in December, when most of the autumn leaves have melted into brown slicks of mush. Any garden flowers that remain — … Continue reading

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The Urge for Going

Over thirty years ago I trolled the “Ave” of Seattle’s University District, about a mile from where my family moved when I started eighth grade. At Budget Records, I flipped through bins of bootlegged albums in white sleeves. I still … Continue reading

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