Postscliffagreen in # freewrite • 5 yr. ago • 1 min readRays of Sun – #freewrite No. 44, Day 1215I can feel them falling like a blanket. Gold like her hair a tent over me. She wore a daisy. My eyes stared unwavering. Nevermore would I blink. They shut the lid. Now is dark but I feel the rays, falling on my eternal bed. The worms feed. I hope to nourish daisies. I love it when the 5-minute freewrite prompt matches up to…cliffagreen in # photography • 6 yr. ago • 2 min readReaching -- Picture a DayHigh tide on the Hoquiam River Hoquiam, Wash. The main part of the Hoquiam River -- my hometown river and site of probably seventy percent of photography -- is only six miles long. It forms from two tributaries just north of town and flows south to empty in the Grays Harbor estuarine bay. Unless the tide is coming in from the Pacific.…cliffagreen in # photography • 6 yr. ago • 2 min readTrying out the new cameraA cloud eclipses the sun over Grays Harbor, Wash. We didn't get to see the solar eclipse here in Washington state, as far as I know, but this cloud eclipsed the sun while I was taking a photowalk along the bay this afternoon. I was out practicing with my new Canon EOS 80D. I upgraded from a point-and-shoot Canon ELPH 180 just this week;…cliffagreen in # freewrite • 6 yr. ago • 4 min readDescribe Your Front Door -- A weekend #freewriteThe front door of my apartment is pretty basic: aluminum painted white, with a reflective sticker declaring the unit number, 6. I've walked in and out of that door millions of times over the past six-going-on-seven years. I guess I have a pretty intimate relationship with it. It feels like a part of me in the same way my old hoodie does. Here…cliffagreen in # photography • 6 yr. ago • 3 min readAll the Birds -- A Saturday PhotowalkThe birds were photobombing left and right Saturday afternoon in Hoquiam, Wash. I had a rare chance that day to take a photowalk. I've been working nights at a seafood processing plant about an hour away. Every day I have to call in around 3 p.m. to see if there is work for that night; sometimes the hotline doesn't get updated till after 4…cliffagreen in # photography • 6 yr. ago • 1 min readNight Off, Part IISimpson Avenue Bridge Hoquiam, Wash. Yesterday I wrote about my Friday evening photoshoot at the boat launch on the Hoquiam River. For that post, I shared a pic of Riverside Bridge, which is upriver to the northwest of Simpson Avenue. Both photos were taken from the dock at the launch. The dock floats on pontoons and extends well out…cliffagreen in # photography • 6 yr. ago • 2 min readA Night OffLast of the Evening Light Riverside Bridge in Hoquiam, Wash. "No work for night shift." That line brings joy to my heart every time. I work in a seafood processing plant in Westport, Wash., and every afternoon I have to call the company hotline to see if there's work for that night. Usually there is, but at this time of year we…cliffagreen in # photography • 6 yr. ago • 1 min readMy Hometown BridgeRiverside Bridge in Hoquiam, Wash. Riverside Bridge crosses the Hoquiam River just a few blocks from my apartment. I frequent the riverbank in this area, both for my morning coffee breaks and when I walk around town for errands. The bridge is iconic; it's often used to represent Hoquiam in its promotional materials. That's understandable…cliffagreen in # freewrite • 6 yr. ago • 3 min readSit Around the Table – #freewrite 38, Day 1132The old men at the table had the same twinkle in their eyes. Their hands, gnarled and dirt stained, gripped the diner mugs filled with cheap black coffee. None of them spoke. Around them the room roiled with festivity. Streamers and balloons and confetti cluttered the space – a celebration of a grandson’s birth. Outside evening drew to a…cliffagreen in # poetry • 6 yr. ago • 1 min readThere Must Be Something Else – A poemI sit and I wonder, in a newfound stillness I remember, what will grow? Will there be love prosperity, friendship? With who? me myself and i? if I don’t go out if I hide in the dark if I sit and think the grooved wounds But what if I tried it all? I know these old paths I don’t want this trodden loop Why go back to work? This…cliffagreen in # fiction • 6 yr. ago • 2 min readTentacle – #freewrite 36, Day 1102My friend, she had her tentacles on me the moment I laid eyes on her. I resisted, of course, who wouldn’t, but it was no use. She was strong; I was weak. My rubber suit shredded. Salt stung inside the cuts. Her hold slipped down from my upper arms across my biceps to near my elbows: maybe my resistance worked. I struggled. My friend, I’ve…cliffagreen in # fiction • 6 yr. ago • 3 min readSweat Dripping – #freewrite 35, Day 1083Charles rested about a third of the way up the boulder. From there he could see the twigs in the bird nest jutting out into open space. Charles had been one of the first to take the Covid vaccine when it became available. The vaccine – rushed through all clinical trials in order to save the world – had a fault: over time it robbed the host of…cliffagreen in # poetry • 6 yr. ago • 2 min readA poem and reflectionW. Those dead, the soldiers and brown boys divined by a blonde child in skeleton’s embrace—what? It’s you, Elizabeth, wet woman closing ’round me snug so I push in your flesh until my muscle spasms come and isn’t that just syrupy french toast at midnight. After, when we lie apart naked limp—like a candle on the veranda blown by wind…cliffagreen in # freewrite • 6 yr. ago • 1 min readShare – #freewrite No. 32, Day 1055A seagull joined me along the riverbank in Hoquiam, Wash., this morning while I had my coffee. He posed on his rock there while I took 16 photographs. I’m not usually a fan of seagulls – I’ve heard them referred to as ‘rats of the sky’ and think it an apt description – but this guy seemed to have personality. It was about 9:30 or so when I…cliffagreen in # freewrite • 6 yr. ago • 3 min readNative -- #freewrite No. 31, Day 1054One man sat on the riverbank. Another man walked up behind him on the gravel access drive that ran behind the office building. The day was hot for that part of the northwest coast. So hot that the second man was shirtless. A little Chihuahua trailed behind him. Once in awhile he would stop and speak to it so that it kept up with him. The guy…cliffagreen in # fiction • 6 yr. ago • 2 min readHome -- A #freewrite revisedSitting on the bank, sun and ocean west, relishing gold on the trees opposite. The back ached from a day of sidewalks. Elbows grasped reddened knees. The cigarette spit a curl of its smoke, which coated his tongue and ached his throat. He left when the crowd of kids arrived. They were far too noisy, and his shame too great, being old and…cliffagreen in # freewrite • 6 yr. ago • 2 min readVampire – #freewrite 30, Day 1048I don’t think I’ll write about vampires. When I was very small – maybe 5 or 6 – my younger brother woke me up in the middle of the night and told me that he had seen Count von Count in our bedroom. I slept on the top bunk, and he was telling me this from his bunk below. He kept telling me to look over the side to see if I could see it – the…cliffagreen in # freewrite • 6 yr. ago • 3 min readFreshly Baked Rolls – #freewrite 29, Day 1047Thinking of baked rolls calls to mind Easter at my grandma’s house. She didn’t bake rolls from scratch or anything, but she always had fresh rolls from the store that she warmed up to go along with the dinner – which usually featured ham as the main course, it seems. We were always meeting at grandma’s house on the farm for the holidays. Like…
