Corridor Celebrates!

We did it! Over 27 poets, 5 artists, +400 copies of the 10-paged zines printed and distributed over 13 months from Poetry Month 2022 to Poetry Month 2023! This month marks the final zine in this fun project. Over the next few weeks, I will share four of my favorite poems submitted to Corridor and submitted artwork as a remembrance of the year’s moments.

March Corridor

The March edition of Corridor is out and about. Please keep your eyes out for it around town. It’s a little 5×7 10-page zine, sitting there, wanting to wish you a good day. One more zine to go and the project will end. Poetry Month 2022 to Poetry Month 2023.

“Moss” is a sample of a poem in the zine. Hope you enjoy it.

Poem: Ink Stained Hands

Read me the paper Uncle Loud enough to hear in the kitchen Touch it for me, turn those pages Aunties and I are cooking the dinner hands must be kept clean. But in your place by the fire the beige recliner squeaks on the back-beat of your rocking, toes slide in and out of slippersContinueContinue reading “Poem: Ink Stained Hands”

Poem: Bridge

Walk over Whatcom CreekRot filled reed twirls on axlein a current heading toward the baywave hiccups over, turns whiteif only for a second to breatheGrass flat on the shore exposes all that rest here in the cold under arch pressed and flutteredstuff with downFrogs sleep in mudhidden below snails and slugshand knit stitch surrounds my headShoes trace theContinueContinue reading “Poem: Bridge”

Poem: Wrong Seat

Chair with no backingbroken spring in there, somewherecushion a questionable colorpattern select or historic stainmust test if still wetSit here if you like it’s the last chair leftand it is just not rightYour frame will not fitthe Seuss-wobbled structureyet you sit.  It is the last chair.Bottom line discovers thedispleasure immediately-SPLawsWassily KandinskyNational Poetry Month | Write aContinueContinue reading “Poem: Wrong Seat”

Poem: Maritime Park

shoes on the lineshang to markthe bargaining tablepoint of actionoffice closed for nowdue to weather     no hollow eyes to nod at     no dirty hands to wave backthe fields hereafternoon homesfor the addictsemptysnow just left and meltingrows of unfinished snowmen,wordlessly guard overnothingPhoto by Ann Bilowz~SPLaws***National Poetry Month | Write a Poem a Day

Poem: Love’s Wine

Hummingbird heartpushes out toxinsof red wine and cabbageCockroach mind scurries in search of crumbs and dried yellow cheeseDesperate parts of mewant to love all you offermy stomach not use to pure nectar rejects itForgive those parts of methat lean against youas a tree planted tooclose to the wallPhoto by Frances Fu-SPLaws*** National Poetry Month | write a poem aContinueContinue reading “Poem: Love’s Wine”

Event: Poetry Reading

Join local poetsHeather Curtis, Shannon Lawsand Jennifer Bullisfor a poetry reading celebratingNational Poetry Month.April 5, 2014, 7:00 pmVillage Books 1200 11th StBellingham, WashingtonCome on down to celebrate National Poetry Month and the release of Heather’s new poetry book, “Upon Waking”.”Upon Waking has been inspired by the exploration of landscapes: both internal and external. The mind, natural world,ContinueContinue reading “Event: Poetry Reading”