Mark Pomeroy6 days agoWe Keep WorkingWhen delusions and lies spread across the land, we remain true to evidence. We vote on our ballots, and we vote through the daily doings ...
Mark PomeroyAug 28, 2020FlowHow we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. - Annie Dillard We set out up the dry canyon, eyeing the mountain. A clear m...
Mark PomeroyJun 7, 2020He Has a Name, He Has a StoryHe’s a senior in high school, he’s black, and he works at Chipotle four evenings a week. He chops lettuce and tomatoes, grills steak. He ...
Mark PomeroyMar 22, 2020FaithThis morning, as the dog and I walked after breakfast, the neighborhood streets were again quiet. Magnolia flowers ready to open. The ear...
Mark PomeroyJan 30, 2020NowHere in Portland, Oregon, in January, the days are short, grey, and wet. More rain this year than last, my goodness. Rain almost every da...
Mark PomeroyOct 3, 2019A Benediction of Goat BellsJust finished writing a novel, after several years of work on it. Stacks of drafts surround this desk, the house is quiet, and after a we...
Mark PomeroyJul 10, 2019Words on Writing, Part ThreeI would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide. — Harpe...
Mark PomeroyJun 9, 2019TravelersSummer in sight. Tomatoes on their way. Time to slow down some, and here this afternoon, time to think about a few places on this planet ...
Mark PomeroyApr 19, 2019Letter to My SonYesterday morning your mom and I walked with you beside the Metolius River. We’ve taken you there since you were little and riding on my ...
Mark PomeroyFeb 15, 2019A Bear StoryLast night at dinner my son asked me, “When were you most scared?” “You mean, today?” “In your whole life.” We were eating pasta and gree...
Mark PomeroyDec 11, 2018Words on Writing, Part TwoComputers are useless — all they can give you are answers. — Picasso When I had no roof I made/Audacity my roof. — Robert Pinsky What his...
Mark PomeroyOct 18, 2018HeliotropeA neighbor from down the street walks his dog, too. Now and then we see each other and keep the strutting beasts apart, but we raise a ha...
Mark PomeroyAug 30, 2018The Woman on the SidewalkThe dog and I step outside for our morning walk. We go down the front steps, turn into the driveway, and there on the sidewalk is a woman...
Mark PomeroyJul 25, 2018Words on Writing, Part OneFor about twenty-five years I’ve collected words on writing. From books, articles, overheard remarks at readings. These words aren’t abou...
Mark PomeroyMay 17, 2018Two PoemsMy Grown-up Granddaughter Asks The Ganges at dusk? Machu Picchu at dawn? Dear, I am happiest listening to Grandma sing off-key in the tub...
Mark PomeroyApr 17, 2018Mr. HarufAt the first Wordstock Book Festival in 2005, I was Kent Haruf’s chauffeur. As a writer in the schools, I’d heard that the festival organ...
Mark PomeroyMar 16, 2018Symbols of GoodnessWalked half-numb two and a half years ago into a classroom at Benson High School here in Portland, Oregon. Opened my satchel, got out my ...
Mark PomeroyFeb 23, 2018These TimesA few weeks ago a friend looked me in the eye and said that he feels depressed about these times. I had never seen this guy look quite th...
Mark PomeroyJan 27, 2018Lessons Through the BodyIn late August of 2013, I walked with some writer friends around Mount Hood. This website features a few photos taken by one of those wri...
Mark PomeroyJan 19, 2018Notebook Entries on Writers and Social MediaIt’s all right to let people miss you a little now and then. The Age of over-Sharing and Self-aggrandizement. (ASS) Excessive cleverness...