But first a note from my desk… This villanelle came to me during my first week at a new job on a cold, dark, foggy February morning. With steel toe boots on and a budgeted $7 for travel and lunch in my jean pocket, I search for the bus stop on Harris to catch theContinue reading “My First Villanelle: Towards Harris”
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Maggie the Ghost
Have you ever worked with a ghost? One summer, I worked on a Washington island as a housekeeper at a large inn that is playfully haunted by “Maggie”. My encounters with the ghost were so gentle, she is an inspiration for my book scheduled to be released 2015. The Inn wasn’t very old. You’d expect aContinue reading “Maggie the Ghost”
Poetry: September Bellingham
Down the hill my city sits Waves nip at its hair Freeway scratches the belly Mountains hold down its hip Low mist rolled in early, refuses to leave this cove Down into the clouds I walk, floating up into a subdued world Here exhales are marked, Talk can be seen Sun baths buildings in a peach-warmContinue reading “Poetry: September Bellingham”
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