Tuesday, March 20, 2018

appreciating go with the flow

I wanted to share some comments I greatly appreciate regarding Clyde Sanborn’s book, GO WITH THE FLOW. My thanks to all who are enjoying this tribute.

“What an amazing book! I could not keep away from it in the post office parking lot; at the VA lot awaiting an appointment and here at the river next to the lamps going thru pages laughing, scratching my head in wonder, crying especially at the end. Bex's poems were wondrous. As was it all! Thank you thank you! I thought all those years were just Normal....I am re reading it just can't keep away from it…I love the book so much. I wonder what other readers that didn't know Clyde think of it. I think even they will find it interesting.”
—Michael Clough

“It's a great print and well woven together. It brought his presence back in a big way.”
—Dennis ‘Bex’ Bexell

“What would Clyde have thought in his procrustean Zen?”
—Paul Hansen

“I just received my order – it looks fantastic!”
—Erik Ambjor

“I just had some time to sit down with it and enjoyed it immensely. I'm learning a lot about Clyde's early life.”
—Janet Saunders

“Having known Clyde Sanborn in his heyday as La Conner, Washington's beloved Zen rummy I recommend another of Allen Frost's Good Deed Rain books "In the Valley of Mystic Light: An Oral History" by Claire Swedberg and Rita Hupy which is about the rural community of farmers, fishermen and artists 75 miles North of Seattle that Clyde lived among and socialized with for a decade in the afterglow of the 1960's when being a nature poet and/or a mystic painter (sometimes both) was still something of a Northwest tradition and a viable, though hardscrabble, lifestyle. Clyde Sanborn could be as dry as Shelly Berman and wet as Crazy Guggenheim (Frankie Fontaine) all at once. He was a good boon companion and this a fine tribute to the fond memories so many of us who knew him have.”
—Charlie Krafft

"It's just wonderful! I am greatly enjoying the various stories and recollections. It really brought back the feeling of those times as I read. Really, it's a gem of a compilation, you've done a stellar job. Thank you so much."
—Jan Sanborn

“This is a gem of a book, both a tribute to Clyde Sanborn and poetry, but also an appreciation of an American lifestyle that embraces freedom and nature. The graphics and the poetry form a dance that you won't want to miss. Good work for Good Deed Rain publishing and its editor Allen Frost. The book is a journey and a delight.”
—Larry Smith

Kingdom Across the Undersea Night

For the new book I'm writing, I've been
watching the old Republic serial from 1936
called UNDERSEA KINGDOM. This weekend
I watched Raul Ruiz's 2012 film NIGHT ACROSS
THE STREET and they go to a movie theater and
watch Undersea Kingdom! When these things
happen, you know you're on the right track.

Monday, March 19, 2018

new inspiration

I've been writing a new book. Here's a little
inspiration I've discovered lately, been reading

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Dust Bowl Ballads

Last night our son dug out our old copy of
Woody Guthrie's Dust Bowl Ballads and
played the Tom Joad song. We have a long
repeating history here and artists remind us
where to stand.

Friday, February 23, 2018

noble snowbeast

Our noble beast and star of
The Orphanage of Abandoned Teenagers

Sunday, February 18, 2018

movie time

Watched 2 great movies.
Cry Danger (1951) and
Manhattan Melodrama (1934).
There's a trailer park and a movie theater
in the new book I'm writing. 

Tuesday, February 13, 2018


Here's a chapter from my 2010 book
The Mermaid Translation:


Before he went any further, Sanford thought of the mermaid. He stopped at a table set up on the sidewalk under an iron sunflower. A bead of water dripped onto him, off the wide petal above.

He smiled at the seller and she gave him a pen and a ribbon of blue paper. He thought for a little bit. Carts went by, people were talking, a couple laughed, a girl chased a dog past, then he wrote the words to fill the paper up.

“Could you have this sent to the Mermaid CafĂ©?” he asked. He put a couple old looking silver coins in her hand and she nodded.

He stood there, watched her scroll the paper into a roll to fit in the little tube tied to the carrier pigeon. The bird flapped itself importantly and lifted off her hands into the sky. There were so many lines flying laundry up above that Sanford lost sight of it behind a wet purple shirt.