BlogHide Reblurtscliffagreen in freewrite • 4 years agoRays 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…cliffagreen in photography • 4 years agoReaching -- 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…cliffagreen in photography • 4 years agoTrying 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…cliffagreen in freewrite • 4 years agoDescribe 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…cliffagreen in photography • 4 years agoAll 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…cliffagreen in photography • 4 years agoNight 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…cliffagreen in photography • 4 years agoA 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…cliffagreen in photography • 4 years agoMy 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…cliffagreen in freewrite • 4 years agoSit 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…cliffagreen in poetry • 4 years agoThere 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…cliffagreen in fiction • 4 years agoTentacle – #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…cliffagreen in fiction • 4 years agoSweat 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…cliffagreen in poetry • 4 years agoA 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…cliffagreen in freewrite • 4 years agoShare – #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…cliffagreen in freewrite • 4 years agoNative -- #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…cliffagreen in fiction • 4 years agoHome -- 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…cliffagreen in freewrite • 4 years agoVampire – #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…cliffagreen in freewrite • 4 years agoFreshly 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…
