In 1979, a developer from Honolulu bought 186 acres on both sides of a small creek on the Central Oregon Coast. His plans for “Big Creek Resort” included a lodge, rustic cabins, a trading post, and two houses for the future owner/managers. Over the years, plans for the resort expanded to include two hotels, a restaurant, a conference center, tennis courts, and individual residences. Opposition to the resort—dismissed by the developer as coming from “a bunch of hippies”—developed quickly. This is the story about how they saved Big Creek, even though it took nearly 40 years.
“In the span of one hundred and twenty-one poems, in “Giving Thanks: New And Selected Poems,” Tom Hogan covers a lot of geography, both mental and physical. From his obvious love of the Pacific Northwest to travels in Italy, New Zealand, and across America, his poems nearly always reveal a deep spirituality and tenderness toward people—whether familiar or strangers.” –Bob Sterry, author of School of Burglary
“The Quiet Blossom” follows a young man’s experiences during the years he worked in the marijuana industry of Northern California. This is a personal narrative—part memoir and part ethnography—that reflects the cultural and social implications of the black market industry. It captures a strange and wonderful moment in history.
This collection includes, “If The Black Woman Could Have The Nervous Breakdown She Deserved, The World Would Stop,” and other poems direct from the heart of the author. “It is never too late to turn around and start on a new path once one has recognized one’s mistake.”
As visitors, the Blackmans have watched the Oregon Country Fair evolve from a small, quaint, hippy festival that started in 1969, into a top-notch, heavily-attended, costume celebration that takes place in the forested wetlands of Veneta, Oregon every August. The Country Fair: Oregon’s Alternative Celebration contains 100 pages of full-color photographs taken by Scott Blackman and others, with commentary by Sandy Blackman.
Because I have been a lousy typist for 50 of my more than 70 years, but have managed to put thousands of words on paper, I like to imagine I’m a writer by default. If not, I’ve just been wasting a lot of time and stationery. Still, it’s kept me entertained. And playing God on paper has convinced me of the range of interactions and situational ironies humans are capable of putting themselves in. For the most part, though, when writing (or typing fiction), “exploring the human condition” is seldom a priority, as I’m pretty sure it can muddle along just fine without my intervention. Mostly, I’m just out for a good time. And if mine makes your better, too, we’ve both won.
Excerpt from “Atlantis: The Isle of Horses” — My name in that life was Al-Ya. I was born on the Isle of Horses, the only island in Atlantis that afforded the freedom to have an unconventional and pleasurable childhood, given who I was, and the body I inhabited. I was many times blessed in that life, though few would have thought so. Born a woman, then as now not the dominant gender, but a good thing for me none-the-less. Born a man, I would have been expected to take my father’s place on the Council, a position that would have put me under too much scrutiny given my appearance.