Elevate Him Coffee Day Fundraiser 5/19/26
2026-05-19

Song of Myself 5/31/26
2026-05-31 14:00 - 16:00 (America/Los_Angeles)
painting of Walt Whitman by Rick Bartow

Song of Myself

To celebrate Walt Whitman’s 207th birthday, Rocky Hutchinson & Johnny Stallings will read from Walt’s masterpiece.
There will be a birthday cake!

Sunday, May 31, at 2 p.m.
Artspace Room at Taborspace, 5441 SE Belmont

this Open Road event is free

FREE ART IN THE PARK! 6/2/26-7/30/26
2026-06-02 - 2026-07-30
FREE ART IN THE PARK (ORR). LARRY YES is the ebullient host for artists of all descriptions. Everyone is an artist!!!
Tuesdays & Thursdays in June and July, from 11:30 to 1:30
Pioneer Square, in Portland

peace, love, happiness & understanding 6/4/26
2026-06-03 - 2026-07-01
Larry Yes & his Radical Positivity installation

THE OPEN ROAD
peace, love, happiness & understanding

The day will come when we all agree
that we should live in harmony
and we will know and we will see
how we’re all connected. We’re all family.
All the people, the plants, the animals, the birds, the seas.

—from the song “Live in Harmony” on the album “Everyone on This Planet Is Family” by Larry Yes

June 4, 2026

Ken Margolis gave me a copy of the Spring 2026 issue of “Emergency Horse,” which contained an article by David Turnbull on the Republic of Užupis. Užupis is a “micro-nation” or “artistic republic,” occupying about two and-a-half square miles in the center of Vilnius, which I’m sure you know is the capital of Lithuania. Ken and I both fully endorse the Constitution of Užupis which, when translated into English, reads:

Everyone has the right to live by the River Vilnelė, and the River Vilnelė has the right to flow by everyone.
Everyone has the right to hot water, heating in winter and a tiled roof.
Everyone has the right to die, but this is not an obligation.
Everyone has the right to make mistakes.
Everyone has the right to be unique.
Everyone has the right to love.
Everyone has the right not to be loved, but not necessarily.
Everyone has the right to be undistinguished and unknown.
Everyone has the right to be idle.
Everyone has the right to love and take care of the cat.
Everyone has the right to look after the dog until one of them dies.
A dog has the right to be a dog.
A cat is not obliged to love its owner, but must help in time of need.
Sometimes everyone has the right to be unaware of their duties.
Everyone has the right to be in doubt, but this is not an obligation.
Everyone has the right to be happy.
Everyone has the right to be unhappy.
Everyone has the right to be silent.
Everyone has the right to have faith.
No one has the right to violence.
Everyone has the right to appreciate their unimportance.
No one has the right to have a design on eternity.
Everyone has the right to understand.
Everyone has the right to understand nothing.
Everyone has the right to be of any nationality.
Everyone has the right to celebrate or not celebrate their birthday.
Everyone shall remember their name.
Everyone may share what they possess.
No one can share what they do not possess.
Everyone has the right to have brothers, sisters and parents.
Everyone may be independent.
Everyone is responsible for their freedom.
Everyone has the right to cry.
Everyone has the right to be misunderstood.
No one has the right to make another person guilty.
Everyone has the right to be individual.
Everyone has the right to have no rights.
Everyone has the right to not to be afraid.
Do not defeat
Do not fight back
Do not surrender

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The Constitution of Užupis reminded me of Eduardo Galeano’s “The Right to Dream.” Eduardo Galeano is author of the astonishing, beautiful, heartbreaking and inspiring 3- volume history of Latin America, Memory of Fire.

The Right to Dream

In 1948 and again in 1976, the United Nations proclaimed long lists of human rights, but the immense majority of humanity enjoys only the rights to see, hear and remain silent. Suppose we start by exercising the never-proclaimed right to dream? Suppose we rave a bit? Let’s set our sights beyond the abominations of today to divine another possible world:

the air shall be cleansed of all poisons except those born of human fears and human passions;
in the streets, cars shall be run over by dogs;
people shall not be driven by cars, or programmed by computers, or bought by supermarkets, or watched by televisions;
the TV set shall no longer be the most important member of the family and shall be treated like an iron or a washing machine;
people shall work for a living instead of living for work;
written into law shall be the crime of stupidity, committed by those who live to have or to win, instead of living just to live like the bird that sings without knowing it and the child who plays unaware that he or she is playing;
in no country shall young men who refuse to go to war go to jail, rather only those who want to make war;
economists shall not measure living standards by consumption levels or the quality of life by the quantity of things;
cooks shall not believe that lobsters love to be boiled alive;
historians shall not believe that countries love to be invaded;
politicians shall not believe that the poor love to eat promises;
earnestness shall no longer be a virtue, and no-one shall be taken seriously who can’t make fun of himself;
death and money shall lose their magical powers, and neither demise nor fortune shall make a virtuous gentleman of a rat;
no-one shall be considered a hero or a fool for doing what he believes is right instead of what serves him best;
the world shall wage war not on the poor but rather on poverty, and the arms industry shall have no alternative but to declare bankruptcy;
food shall not be a commodity nor shall communications be a business, because food and communication are human rights;
no-one shall die of hunger, because no-one shall die of overeating;
street children shall not be treated like garbage, because there shall be no street children;
rich kids shall not be treated like gold, because there shall be no rich kids;
education shall not be the privilege of those who can pay;
the police shall not be the curse of those who cannot pay;
justice and liberty, Siamese twins condemned to live apart, shall meet again and be reunited, back to back;
a woman, a black woman, shall be president of Brazil, and another black woman shall be president of the United States; an Indian woman shall govern Guatemala and another Peru;
in Argentina, the crazy women of the Plaza de Mayo shall be held up as examples of mental health because they refused to forget in a time of obligatory amnesia;
the Church, holy mother, shall correct the typos on the tablet of Moses and the Sixth Commandment shall dictate the celebration of the body;
the Church shall also proclaim another commandment, the one God forgot: You shall love nature, to which you belong;
clothed with forests shall be the deserts of the world and of the soul;
the despairing shall be paired and the lost shall be found, for they are the ones who despaired and lost their way from so much lonely seeking;
we shall be compatriots and contemporaries for all who have a yearning for justice and beauty, no matter where they were born or where they lived, because the borders of geography and time shall cease to exist;
perfection shall remain the boring privilege of the gods, while in our bungling, messy world every night shall be lived as if it were the last and every day as if it were the first.

—Eduardo Galeano (born: September 3, 1940; died: April 13, 2015)
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Eduardo Galeano’s “The Right to Dream” reminded me of Larry Yes’ song “Live in Harmony” and I thought I might include the lyrics in this issue, but then I wondered if I had already done that in a previous issue. I had. I found it by going to the Open Road website, clicking on EVENTS, and typing in “Live in Harmony.” In the 2025 June issue—exactly one year ago—you can find the lyrics to two of Larry’s songs, “Live in Harmony” and “Free: Everyone on This Planet is Family.” In that same issue, there are more inspiring words from Nick Swift, Dustin Jamison, Rocky Hutchinson, Ken Margolis and Jude Russell. (Since that time, both Rocky and Dustin have gotten out of prison. Hooray!!!) Here’s a link to that issue:

https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-6-5-25/

The whimsy in these lists—“A dog has a right to be a dog” and “in the streets, cars shall be run over by dogs”—reminds me of the whimsy of Borges’ Celestial Emporium of Benevolent Knowledge, an “ancient Chinese encyclopedia,” where animals are divided into the following categories:

a) those that belong to the Emperor
b) embalmed ones
c) those that are trained
d) suckling pigs
e) sirens (or mermaids)
f) fabulous ones
g) stray dogs
h) those included in the present classification
i) those that tremble as if they were mad
j) innumerable ones
k) those drawn with a very fine camelhair brush
l) others
m) those that have just broken a flower vase
n) those that from a long way off look like flies

—Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986)
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…which, by a mysterious alchemy in my brain, reminds me of…

Ode to things

I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers,
and scissors.
I love
cups,
rings,
and bowls –
not to speak, or course,
of hats.
I love
all things,
not just
the grandest,
also
the
infinite-
ly
small –
thimbles,
spurs,
plates,
and flower vases.

Oh yes,
the planet
is sublime!
It’s full of pipes
weaving
hand-held
through tobacco smoke,
and keys
and salt shakers –
everything,
I mean,
that is made
by the hand of man, every little thing:
shapely shoes,
and fabric,
and each new
bloodless birth
of gold,
eyeglasses
carpenter’s nails,
brushes,
clocks, compasses,
coins, and the so-soft
softness of chairs.

Mankind has
built
oh so many
perfect
things!
Built them of wool
and of wood,
of glass and
of rope:
remarkable
tables,
ships, and stairways.

I love
all
things,
not because they are
passionate
or sweet-smelling
but because,
I don’t know,
because
this ocean is yours,
and mine;
these buttons
and wheels
and little
forgotten
treasures,
fans upon
whose feathers
love has scattered
its blossoms,
glasses, knives and
scissors –
all bear
the trace
of someone’s fingers
on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand
lost
in the depths of forgetfulness.

I pause in houses,
streets and
elevators
touching things,
identifying objects
that I secretly covet;
this one because it rings,
that one because
it’s as soft
as the softness of a woman’s hip,
that one there for its deep-sea color,
and that one for its velvet feel.

O irrevocable
river
of things:
no one can say
that I loved
only
fish,
or the plants of the jungle and the field,
that I loved
only
those things that leap and climb, desire, and survive.
It’s not true:
many things conspired
to tell me the whole story.
Not only did they touch me,
or my hand touched them:
they were
so close
that they were a part
of my being,
they were so alive with me
that they lived half my life
and will die half my death.

—Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)

¡Bibliophilia!
2026-06-13 14:00 - 16:00
Read any good books lately? What are your favorite books of all time? What books changed the way you understand and experience the world? Join Johnny for a lively dialogue about books

It’s gonna be FUN!.

¡Bibliophilia! Johnny Stallings hosts a conversation about books. There will be snacks.
Saturday, June 13, 2 pm
Artspace Room at Taborspace, 5441 SE Belmont
This Open Road event is free!

Monica Faricy! 6/16/26-8/23/26
2026-06-16 - 2026-08-23

A Midsummer Night's Dream
2026-06-18 - 2026-06-28

Consider This: Naomi Shihab Nye 6/18/26
2026-06-18 19:00 - 21:00
Open Road Recommends: Consider This. Naomi Shihab Nye reads from her work.
Thursday, June 18, 7 pm
Alberta Rose Theater
Tickets and info: https://albertarosetheatre.com/calendar (Sold Out)

An Artist Responds to War (film screening online) 6/20/26-7/12/26
2026-06-20 - 2026-07-12
Click here to get tickets for an opportunity–(between June 20th & July 12th)–to watch this 45-minute film online:

https://kinema.com/events/AN-ARTIST-RESPONDS-TO-WAR-bmyjsw

peace & love

Johnny

Naomi Shihab Nye & Kim Stafford: A Reading and Conversation 6/20/26
2026-06-20 18:30 - 20:00
Naomi Shihab Nye & Kim Stafford: A Reading and Conversation
Saturday, June 20, 2026, 6:30pm

Sanctuary Hall, First Congregational UCC (1126 SW Park Ave, Portland)
General Admission $15 | Student $8
Book signing to follow | ASL interpretation provided

Join two beloved voices in American poetry for an evening of reading and conversation rooted in legacy, humanity, and the power of language.Beloved poet Naomi Shihab Nye returns to Portland for a public reading, drawing from her expansive body of work. She is joined by past Oregon Poet Laureate Kim Stafford for an onstage conversation about poetry as daily practice, influence, and how creativity can sustain us in uncertain times.This special evening is presented by The Stafford Challenge and Wild Poet Events in partnership with Oregon Humanities and Lewis & Clark College.
Tickets: https://www.tickettailor.com/events/wildpoetevents/2066199

As You Like It
2026-06-26 - 2026-07-19
Howard Thoresen founded the Portland Actors Ensemble in 1970–along with Keith Scales, Alan Benditt, Aaron Smith & Hal Slater.
Free Shakespeare in the parks–what a wonderful idea!
Covid tried to put an end to it–but it’s back!
HOORAY!!!

Will Hornyak upcoming performances 6/26-7/24
2026-06-26 - 2026-07-24
Will at Hotel Zags (ORR): Will will be drawing from a variety of tales, songs and poems to suit the moment and the audience.

Hotel Zags
515 SW Clay St., in Portland

Fridays, June 26-July 24 7-9 p.m.

Will Hornyak at Hotel Zags 6/26-7/24
2026-06-26 - 2026-07-01
Dear Friends,

I’ve got a fun and free (!) storytelling gig I wanted to let you know about. I’m at the Hotel Zags in downtown Portland the next five Friday evenings from 7-9 p.m. I’ll be in their spacious outdoor seating area sharing stories with whomever drops by. They have several gas fire places, comfortable seating areas and a full restaurant and bar. Happy hour runs from 6-8 p.m. So, stop by for a drink, some vittles and a story or two. This is a very informal event so I’ll be drawing from a variety of tales, songs and poems to suit the moment and the audience. I’ve had three evenings at the Zags so far and they’ve gone well, but I’d love to have some of my own friends attend. Hope you can stop by.

All the best,
Will

Will at Hotel Zags:

515 SW Clay St., Portland, OR 97201

Fridays, June 26-July 24, 7-9 p.m.

peace, love, happiness & understanding 7/2/26
2026-07-02 - 2026-08-05
THE OPEN ROAD
peace, love, happiness & understanding

July 2, 2026

Jill wrote:

I have often mentioned that if you want a master class in noticing the magic in the ordinary take a walk with a two-year old. Here are some details that might bring that to light:

We got down the front stairs at Eliot and Britt’s house and paused so Edie could snap the buttons of her raincoat. She got them off at first and redid them. Then we opened the yellow duck-handle umbrella and I crouched down so she could put it over my head. At the sidewalk we noticed some crows socializing so we cawed to them.

First Block

At the alley we looked both ways and Edie certified there were no cars so we turned in. There was a grate so she walked back and forth over it several times and bent over to look at the leaves trapped below.
The pockets with snaps on her coat caught her attention and she felt inside to see if anything was in them. Crows chasing each other across the alley distracted her and we watched them settle on the telephone line above. Then Edie found some mud to step in until a bee flew by and we watched it disappear into a jasmine bush.
More mud play since she has her sparkle boots on today.
A pile of black dirt on a crack suggested ants so we watched that for a while but no ants emerged. Turns out they were a little ways down the alley, or a few were so we gave them our attention.
Bees/ants/mud for the next block. And squatting down for pinecones, exclaiming over bugs in gravel, picking the gravel up and watching it drop, riffling through it, finding a stone, wiping sandy hands on me, and greeting dogs and their walkers.
Then we came to a street, checked both ways, held hands and crossed.

Second block

In the first bush we checked for spider webs. Then Edie ran ahead, looking for puddles, but didn’t find any.
At the end of the alley we checked one backyard to see if the chickens were out. No chickens but a monster truck was parked close by!

Crossing to the park

Alberta Park had more rocks/gravel to pick up and watch drop. Sometimes Edie holds up her hands with little bits of something on them and I say she can rub her hands on my raincoat. I’m never sure what makes those bits bothersome since often she’ll happily play in dirt, get her hands dirty, and not notice.
As we walked on the sidewalk Edie ran ahead and found a big leaf to wave and used this fan to wave at cars and make a breeze for me. We cawed at more noisy crows. She dawdled behind and yelled for me to wait.
We found some sticky sap on the trees we were passing but didn’t touch it, remembering when we did and it was hard to get off.
We found a pole with stickers and used our knuckles to make a rhythmic beat.
We went up and down the embankment four times. Edie picked a tiny ground cover daisy-like flower and gave it to me. Then took it and rubbed the petals and yellow middle. She held it out in front of her and said, three times, “Here bees, I have a flower for you.”
We noticed some folks setting up for a garage sale, passed a doggie that scared Edie so she avoided it by going up the embankment, and after I followed her we walked to a baseball diamond. No one was there. We climbed on the bleachers.
I sat on a dry part and Edie told me to get up. When I said no we began a refrain of “No” “Yes” “No” “Yes” and I noticed her voice was getting higher, like it was a song. Then she slid over and tried to push me off but got bored and swung her legs instead. Then told me “That’s my side” and hit the aluminum seat with a big bang. It made a very satisfying sound. She flipped over and laid on her tummy and swung her legs. Explored the bleachers. Smelled dog poo. We wondered where it was and looked at the trash can, which had a metal top that made great sounds – a bit like a steel drum. Edie climbed up and down the bleachers, had me swing her off, got back on her tummy to swing her legs, noticed trucks passing by, and made use of her boots to clomp noisily on the aluminum seats.
Then it was time to continue and we went down the slope to the sidewalk – sideways since it was steep. We followed safe protocol checking on cars as we crossed Ainsworth Street. On the final part home we noticed the dogwoods were parched and I lifted her up to feel and hear the leaves. Passing a Corvette in a driveway she rubbed the headlight and hit the hood to hear the sound, which was pronounced a good one.
Finally we were on our block and checking out the bees in Caroline’s yard. Mostly bumblebees, busy gathering pollen except we noticed some seemed to be napping on the flower heads. Edie took a flower and waved it back and forth to disperse the water in its pockets but I mentioned it would wake the bee resting nearby. We admired Caroline’s daisies and how they were a bigger version of the tiny one she had picked earlier.
One final check as we crossed Cramer Street to our house and we were home, an hour after our adventure began.

—Jill Littlewood
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Symmetry

Every morning I walk Wags up on the irrigation canal. Sometimes it’s a rambunctious romp, but more often it’s a mesmerizing, rhythmic, calming time of wonder and discovery. Lately I’ve been struck by symmetry: the beautiful chevron patterns on a clover leaf, the tessellated bark of an oak, the bilateral blue of the butterfly wings, feathers on a duck’s back, veins on a leaf, a fern…

And then there’s the miraculous Fibonacci Sequence. I remember being told about the Fibonacci Sequence and the Golden Ratio when my mom and dad explained it to me at twelve years old. Some parents give their kids the sex talk when they’re that age; mine told me about THE FIBONACCI SEQUENCE! and THE GOLDEN RATIO! I imagine you all know about it, but I remember being blown away, thinking, Really??? Wow!!! Are you sure??? Well, yes, it’s pretty amazing and wonderful. The pine cone, the pineapple, sunflower, snail shell, flower petals…the list goes on.

And what does that have to do with Peace Love Happiness and Understanding? I just know that when I’m paying attention to these small and wondrous things, I feel all of the above.

—Jude Russell
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My Hauntings

I am arrested by the beautiful,
Stopped in my tracks by every
hummingbird or honeybee veering
in a blur through the somber conduct
of the modern world, by spring trees
spilling their light in a war zone, buds
bright on splintered branches, a spindle
of sunlight through storm cloud cover
that touches down on the wreckage we
have made of earth. What can I do
to recover honorable despair when
confronted by the stubborn kindness
of strangers, or the way a moth
keeps flying toward the moon?
Very soon I must get serious
but first this sip of old delight.

—Kim Stafford
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Recently, I decided to immerse myself in the subject of Beauty. It’s been wonderful! One of the inspirations for this project has been Kathleen Raine’s essay “The Use of the Beautiful.” Here are the first two paragraphs:

What do we, at the present time, ask of poetry? I may be mistaken about precisely what is asked, but I think I am not mistaken in the conclusion that the present times does not ask — or receive — enough. Much verse published seems to set itself no goal beyond description, sometimes pleasing, but just as often of displeasing things seen or felt. I doubt if anything is to be learned from such descriptions or from the self-expression of the subjective states reflected in so much current verse. Far from expanding our consciousness, we have often, on the contrary, in order to understand such states to make ourselves smaller, like Alice, before we can get inside such mean rooms as are opened to us. Perhaps the poet gains by articulating and objectifying his neurosis (though I question whether that is the cure for souls it is said to be) but what the reader can hope to gain I fail to see. Does not the confusion at the present time come from the fact that many now writing, and writing about verse, are genuinely unaware that what they are writing about, is not, properly speaking, poetry at all — not in any way related to, or comparable with, the art as practiced and understood by those on whose account poets are, in all civilized societies, honored? It would be absurd to say that there should be no such thing as satirical verse, or descriptive, narrative, or occasional verse; what is deplorable is the confusion of mind which has arisen, even among those who claim to be poets: an ignorance of the order of things to which their own work purports to belong, a forgetting, a deliberate turning away from the recognition that they share neither the ends, the means, nor the knowledge, of what I cannot but call real poets.

There is one word for which we may look in vain in the writings of contemporary critics: the word beauty and the idea of the beautiful, has ceased to count for anything. Why is this? Has this age discovered something better or have we simply failed to understand a concept which to other civilizations has seemed inseparable from any consideration of the arts? I will not labour the obvious fact that this is a beautiless society. Does this matter? In losing beauty have we lost anything vital to our arts or indeed to our lives? No need to enumerate the material advantages of hygiene, transport, television, frozen vegetables and so on, not enjoyed by ages whose typical expressions were the sculptures and paintings, cathedrals and liturgy of the Christian religion; yet in terms of happiness, our exchange might be harder to defend, and in terms of the quality of our lives, harder still. George Russell, the Irish sage who wrote on the relation of what he called ‘the politics of time’ to ‘the politics of eternity’ observed that “One of the very first symptoms of the loss of the soul is the loss of the sense of beauty.” Is what our society has lost perhaps its soul?

—Kathleen Raine, “The Use of the Beautiful” (1966), from Defending Ancient Springs

In my quest for Beauty, I came upon a wonderful interview with John O’Donohue on YouTube called “What Is Beauty?” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkUrv4jWipY&t=540s) Highly recommended!

Another delight-filled project has been making versions of some of Thomas Traherne’s meditations—which I’m planning to make into a book. It’s hard to pick, but here are some of them:

20
Love with all your heart—and be happy. This world is then a jewel. It is Paradise. Everything is here for your delight. Love all that is good and enjoy what you love. Love is our nature. When we love everyone and are loved by everyone we are happy.

27
You never enjoy the world aright, till you see that a grain of sand is a perfect miracle. Everything is here for your delight—not just because things are beautiful, or useful, but because our life is woven into the tapestry of all that is. Wine quenches more than our thirst when we feel it to be one of the countless miracles which are ours to enjoy, and give thanks. When the happiness of others makes us happy, life is good. To be grateful for all our blessings is to be blessed, to live in Paradise.

28
Your enjoyment of the world is never right till every morning you awake in Paradise—until you look upon the earth and sky with boundless joy. If you are grateful for everything, no one who ever lived has more reason to be happy than you.

29
You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea flows in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars—till you perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world, and more than so, because people are in it who are every one sole heirs as well as you. Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in all of creation, as misers do in gold, you never enjoy the world.

81
Everywhere and at all times be ready to help others. Do it with infinite joy, knowing it is your duty. Since you have the privilege of enjoying the world, do your best to help others to find peace and love and happiness. In this way you are beautifying your life and perfuming the world. Every small charitable act benefits everyone everywhere.

82
There are virtuous people who are concealed like jewels. Dig for them! You will know them by their luster. Become virtuous, so that they may recognize you by your luster and desire and esteem you for your virtue. For as it is the glory of the sun that darkness cannot approach it, because it is always encompassed by its own beams, so lovers of virtue are always secure in their own light. Infuse yourself and your principles into beginners who desire to walk on the path of virtue. Mingle with those on the path as delightful companions. Those who are most sublime and perfect in the luster of their spirit will allure, protect, encourage, comfort, teach, honor and delight you. But you must be very good, for that is the way to find them. And very patient to endure some time, and very diligent to observe where they are.

83
Those you find of noble and benevolent natures—discreet and magnanimous, liberal and cheerful, wise and righteous—will be your greatest treasures. They will turn your world into a Paradise. They will give comfort and counsel to you, and in all tenderness, constancy, fidelity and love will share their life with your own. There are exceedingly few such friends. Yet some may doubtless be found. With half a dozen such as these, wisely chosen, we can entertain ourselves always with sublime dialogue and delight in our shared affection.

—Kathleen Raine, Thomas Traherne & Johnny Stallings

LARRY YES at Waterfront Blues Festival 7/2/26
2026-07-02 13:00 - 14:00
LARRY YES brings a massive amount of GOOD VIBES to Portland’s Waterfront Blues Festival

Larry Yes

(https://waterfrontbluesfest.com/) on July 2nd, at the River Rhythms Stage at 1:15 pm.

NOT TO BE MISSED!!!

Napping Tournament 7/12/26
2026-07-12 13:00 - 15:00

J and the Metaphors: Open Road Benefit Concert
2026-07-26 14:00 - 15:30

BEAUTY: A Vision 8/8/26
2026-08-08 15:00 - 17:00
BEAUTY: A Vision

Johnny Stallings looks at Beauty

Saturday, August 8, at 3 p.m.
Artspace Room at Taborspace, 5441 SE Belmont

this Open Road event is free
