Category: Portland

Around the Pacific Northwest, Oregon, Portland

February 10, 2021

Nature writing with my students

By Neva Knott Prompt: The image of an owl soaring through the night. I love the darkness and the damp wonder of fall in the Pacific NW–it’s a time of secrets, not those we fear to tell but a time nature reveals her secrets in the details of changing color. Soft grays of dawn unfold…
Collage of Life, Personal Narrative, Portland, The Writing Hour, Writing

September 27, 2017

The Writing Hour: Downtown Nordstrom is my Breakfast at Tiffany’s

By Neva Knott First, a little writing process/challenge overview. A few days ago, I started this category of The Writing Hour because I’d grumbled to a friend I wasn’t getting any writing done…and he reminded me, just do it for an hour a day. Knowing he was/is right, I took up the challenge. Diligently, the…
Collage of Life, Oregon, Personal Narrative, Portland, The Writing Hour

September 17, 2017

The Daily Writing Hour: Portland, not Portlandia

By Neva Knott Two days ago, a friend reminded me to write for an hour a day…this is what I have to say today… Last night, we hosted a band, The Screamin’ Geezers, at my bar. Two of the members fronted long-ago-known Portland punk bands, The Confidentials and Sado-Nation (early 1980s). These bands played the…
Personal Narrative, Portland, Social Commentary, Writing

January 7, 2015

Punk

By Neva Knott It’s sweaty. I’m pushed right up front against the stage, to the right of Andrew’s drum kit. I don’t care about the little groupies trying to get his attention. Caitlyn’s here, too, and we’ve been his best girls for 20 years, so our vibe is move over, cute little things. I’ve been…
Around the Pacific Northwest, Environmental Issues/Nature, Personal Narrative, Portland, Social Commentary, Writing

December 18, 2011

Sitting in a Church Basement, Learning to Plant Trees

Sitting in a church basement, surrounded by people in rubber boots and every variety of raincoat. Drinking coffee out of small church cups, eating donated baked goods. There is even something that looks like pink whipped cream Jello on the food table. Boy Scouts of America Troop 64 meets here, as I can tell from…
Personal Narrative, Portland, Social Commentary, Writing

September 21, 2011

Sing your story

“…and we sail into the mystic…” I’m sitting in the winery at Edgefield, listening to Raina Rose sing. I’m here with Kate, Kate’s parents, and Raina’s dad. I am trying to define what I am sensing and observing. The generation of parents, now dressed in button-downs and Docker khakis, members of that special generation in…

Category: Portland

Nature writing with my students

The Writing Hour: Downtown Nordstrom is my Breakfast at Tiffany’s

The Daily Writing Hour: Portland, not Portlandia

Punk

Sitting in a Church Basement, Learning to Plant Trees

Sing your story