Peter Sears was appointed to a two-year term as Oregon State Poet Laureate in April 2014. Sears is the author of the poetry collections Tour (Breitenbush Books, 1987); The Brink (Gibbs Smith, 2000), winner of the Peregrine Smith Poetry Competition; Green Diver (WordTech Communications, 2009); and Small Talk: New and Selected Poems, forthcoming from Lynx House Press later this year. He lives in Corvallis.

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i.         Powell’s Bookstore Coffee Shop, Portland

it’s all lit up with volcanoes
Chris says of Oregon
where I write of new fires
burning old animals
but there are these old fires
I don’t heed—

the xylophone of volcanoes
that is the Cascade Range


The more I go, the harder it becomes to return. To anywhere. There is no one at the ocean this morning. I walked by the campsites and smelled eggs and pancakes. And there were sweet Oregon cherries and watermelon. I wonder if I can go back—what purpose there would be in it—or in any other thing?

Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest

I slept under     rhododendron
All night    blossoms fell
Shivering on	a sheet of cardboard
Feet stuck   in my pack
Hands deep    in my pockets
Barely  able    to   sleep.
I remembered    when we were in school
Sleeping together   in a big warm bed
We were     the