I write at the messy interface of nature and the human experience.

Ocean of Black

Ocean of Black

Twenty-four hours after Winter Solstice, and I’m craving solitude. The road to the Johnny Gunter place traverses night-struck ridges into the heart of the Coast Range. Rivers of fog flow over the asphalt, drowning headlight beams in formless vapor.

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Heavy Mist

Heavy Mist

My eyes slid open to moonlight seeping through the thin bedroom window curtain. I slipped on clogs and went outside, hoping to see a three-quarter ball setting big and orange over the ragged ridgetop. But there was no moon. Instead, daylight…

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Word Balloons

Word Balloons

Recently I took my first voice lesson. Because I paid for it, I suppose it’s more accurate to say I received my first voice lesson. Regardless of semantics, it was amazing. Ellie Linn Fletcher, owner of Inner Rhythms, Joyful Voice!, has a voice like warm…

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New Release

These essays and poems from Tom A. Titus were born as morning journal entries, riverside scribblings, and phone notes from ridgetops when words howled for freedom. They celebrate the emerald ripple of the Pacific Northwest and embrace departed family, raspberry sunrises, imminent storms, and the bloodshot stare of a sharp-shinned hawk. In the way that a palindrome reads identically, start to finish to start, and contains an internal reflection nudging against infinity, these writings reflect on our relationship with events and beings, beautiful and timeless.

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New Release

These essays and poems from Tom A. Titus were born as morning journal entries, riverside scribblings, and phone notes from ridgetops when words howled for freedom. They celebrate the emerald ripple of the Pacific Northwest and embrace departed family, raspberry sunrises, imminent storms, and the bloodshot stare of a sharp-shinned hawk. In the way that a palindrome reads identically, start to finish to start, and contains an internal reflection nudging against infinity, these writings reflect on our relationship with events and beings, beautiful and timeless.

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