From Portland where it is raining

Well the best that can be said of this present era is that we are being given a civics lesson for free.

Everyday I do something, some little thing to register my displeasure with the new US administration--sign a petition, call the White House, write my congresswoman--believing when I do that I'm doing my part to make America great again.

I recall reading Auden's biography, recalling the story he told there of taking baths as a child in the bath water left behind by his parents or other members of the family. This is more or less the feeling I have now when thinking about this country.

Portland somehow seems more normal than anywhere else I've been lately. It's rained everyday I've been here. It's cold. There are no blossoms yet on the fruit trees, as there are on the trees in California and Washington D.C. And there are stories written in the local print media by nonbinary writers.

 NE Broadway, between 12th and 13th Sts., Portland, OR, March 7, 2017, 8am. 

NE Broadway, between 12th and 13th Sts., Portland, OR, March 7, 2017, 8am.