https://youtu.be/vONC3sdhiwM My mom came up for a visit today. Mom and I both share the gift of gab. We chatted all through breakfast and during coffee, while doing a project around my home, and had a nice chat over a glass of water. We touched on many subjects. Somehow we started to talk about theContinueContinue reading “Song: I Love”
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What Are You?
For the first two weeks of my life I was an orphan. My birth mother left me at the Seattle hospital I was born in. She walked in to the emergency room in labor, gave birth and left the next day. Gone. Nothing but a one page form filled out. It’s doubtful that the information she gave was truthful,ContinueContinue reading “What Are You?”
Poetry: River Ink
River Ink Went to the river looking for a poem I found my familiar trail Winding woods that hug the bank Whatcom Creek in August Bushes high and Full of berries, Birds and spiders webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river Is this what peace looks like, Melted into movement Tree branchContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”
Ides of March and 2012 (again)
The Ides of March, per the Roman calendar, is March 15th. In Roman times, the Ides of March was a festive day dedicated to the god Mars and a military parade was usually held. In modern times, the term Ides of March is best known as the date that Julius Caesar was assassinated, in 44 BC
Vera Pavlova
“The ovaries of a newborn girl contain up to 400,000 egg cells.” All my poems are already in me.” ~Vera Pavlova About three months ago a friend gave me a copy of the Poetry Foundation’s magazine “Poetry”. The magazine was founded in 1912 by Harriet Monroe. Although it’s been around for a hundred years it’sContinueContinue reading “Vera Pavlova”
Poetry: Universal Love
The 2012 “Phrasings in Word + Dance” is on! Bellingham Repertory Dance presented its sixth annual collaboration with Chuckanut Sandstone Writers Theater this weekend. What a great three days of art and insight. Carla and the BRD company have outdone themselves, again. This year I was selected, along with 5 other poets, to write a poemContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Universal Love”
Bird Brain
There is a celebrated free concert available to anyone who lives near trees. Songbirds create a relaxing atmosphere, a symphony of background noise that only nature itself could conduct. The soothing effects are almost immediate; a lower heart beat, a happier disposition, and a smile on your face. In the winter my yard is quiet,ContinueContinue reading “Bird Brain”
PAD: Here
No prompt for me today. Just a poem. Day NINE How long? How will this last? When will we say good bye? Our quiet moments in a failing orbit Rock Turned to sand How long does it take? Mountains worked by wind, sun, rain, snow Stop time Please, stop it now All things have anContinueContinue reading “PAD: Here”
Poetry: Midnight Banshees
Midnight Banshees Murder of crows chase a raider owl who clutches a black feathered baby in it’s claws They howl behind the homes racing down back streets Caws want justice while talons extinguish life! The Race of the Midnight Banshees; hunters compete with guardians Foul eating foul The fittest, the quickest will feed- only defeatedContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Midnight Banshees”
Lead Belly
Here is one of my favorite stories about a classic blues artist. This is from my classic blues radio show, “Boosie’s Playhouse” that airs/streams on KMRE 102.3, heard every Saturday night at 10p PST: Lead Belly, the famous classic American Blues artist was born in 1888 as Huddie Ledbetter. He reached the top of his bluesContinueContinue reading “Lead Belly”
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