Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Case of Mad Steelhead and Slides

Hoffman Center in Manzanita, Oregon
I caught these two steelhead by 8 a.m. yesterday so I looked for the so-called "Slide Area."  I wore surfer shorts because I wanted to show off my 102-year-old abs on a water slide.  I looked around the mountain for the "slide" but all I saw were rocks in the road.  Go figure.

On the brighter side, I caught another steelie this morning before my presentation at Hoffman Center.  The people at Hoffman were creative, welcoming, and authentic which is why I feel at home in Oregon.  For those who love words, and sharing words, you may want to visit one of their Tuesday Writing Lounges from 10:30 a.m. to 1 p.m.  The nearby beach walk and trails on Neahkahnie Mountain will rock your soul.  Click on Hoffman Center Calendar for updates and other events.


  1. Scott,
    We were so glad to have you at the Hoffman Center Writer's Lounge this week and last. you are clearly a gifted teacher of creative writing! Your prompt suggestion to write about your earliest memory and relate it to something very recent was fantastic for me. Here is what I came up with:
    Hot Oven Door

    This is fire, this is heat,
    these are heartbeats of pain pulsing
    through my blistering hands.

    This is the long ride to the doctor,
    no carseats, no seatbelts,
    just mother’s lap, her voice
    in my ear. This is her lullaby of fear.

    This is the sweat of her nightmares,
    these are the visions that shocked her awake
    like gunshots until the bandages
    were finally unspooled.

    This is her prayer and her plea,
    the wordless sound of every mother
    when she cannot breathe,
    this is the phone call that came
    fifty years later for me. Mom,
    there was a shooting last night.
    If you see it on TV, I’m fine.

  2. Hi Emily, It's great to see the poem along with hearing it. Seeing it, I want to add that I like the rhythm, sense of line, and comfort tone to my appreciation of your universal worrying-about-children theme,and your gratitude theme. The title is a perfect fit. It's a good tribute poem, and deserves to be published in a better place than my fishin' blog. I hope your sweater poem finds a good home in a literary journal.

    Thanks for checking out my blog. I hope your husband found some fish in the river today.