cold weather makes me crafty
i started playing with beads before i knew how to tie my shoes. it comes in waves, and each wave is radically different from the next. here are some of my latest.
it’s america
oregon city, oregon
the end of the oregon trail
ten miles from the city, and years away from modern
bustling at 7 a.m. and quiet after dark
main street is still lined with shops, and the faded paint
on the side of brick walls
still reflects the apostrophe’d name of the business that’s still inside
Maudley’s, MacAnerny’s, Henderson’s
furniture, fine jewelry, habberdashery
the air that spills onto the streets from the vents of these shops
smells like a great-grandmother’s basement
it’s a town full of good, hard-working, god-fearing folks
folks who are suspicious of tofu, who embrace a potluck with fervor
and shake hands at the local church
or legion
they love their country and their freedom, and babies
strawberry scented candles
and gun permits
it’s a place for sensible shoes and home perms, statues of angels
ford trucks, and collections of any kind
it’s oregon city, oregon
the end of the oregon trail
cheaper than a new pole?
i had no idea such a job existed. the man is actually using a chisel and hammer.