Corridor hide and seek? Over 60 copies have been released over the last 13 days. More will be placed around Whatcom County this weekend. Have you found one yet? Copies are hiding at coffee shops like Cafe Blue in Fairhavern, Roam in the Fountain Disc., Tiny Free Libraries around Bellingham, and of course always copies can be found at Village Books.
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July’s Corridor is Out and HOT!
The Corridor Collective is reporting that copies are getting picked up. The Little Free Libraries are HOT locations! This month we have more original artwork than ever before. Poetry about a wide range of topics, like the remodel of Keats House, instant dirt, repetitive patterns, slugs, a marmalade cat, love on the beach, coffee and chocolate, eyeballs and more. Find your copy today!
June’s Corridor
The June edition of Corridor has been printed and will soon grace the nooks and crannies of Whatcom County, small parts of Portland OR. and other mysterious locations. Please keep your eyes out for it.
May Corridor
This year the zine introduces some new voices. Keep your eyes out for them. Word is getting out, and more poets and artists are finding Corridor. Thank you all for submitting your work and sharing it with the community.
April Corridor is Out!
Volume 14 of Corridor is out and about. The cover is revealed above. Thank you collage artist Kathleen McKeever for your vision! Keep your eyes out for it as members of the Corridor Collective leave them at locally-owned businesses throughout Bellingham and Whatcom County.
Corridor is BACK!
Calling all poets and artists along the I-5 Corridor! The zine “Corridor” needs you. The submission deadline for the first volume is March 15, 2024. See below for details, FAQs, and other mind-blowing information.
Poem: Cherry Tree Roots
It would be nice
to pluck that word
stuck in the slit
betwixt my teeth
tongue plays at it
floss won’t reach it
those words
I’m sorry
Eyes Open
One night after the open mic, we took note and began to speculate who these mysterious people could be. What was their story? Did they know each other? Were they once married? My favorite theory was it was God, curious about the Bellingham Poetry scene.
Poem: Long Kiss Goodbye
I see a fish on a platter
in the center of my table
garnished with onions, lemons
a cut of dill and salt
The first cut into its flakey flesh,
soft bones gently come out from hiding
between the sedimentary chunks
and gems of peppercorn
Nosy Nostalgia
Typically I would find a booth, and hang out with a book, notepaper, and pen. Read, eat, and write. …and listen. My confession to the faithful 67 followers, I am nosy. I enjoy listening to the way people talk to each other, the rhythms, the tone. Two poems came out of this “hobby”. I’d like to share them with you today.
shannon p. laws 