Bong Ja Ahn’s Paper Boat

This Labor Day Weekend I was up in Vancouver, Canada for a book launch “Poet and the Paper Boat” by Korean poet Bong Ja Ahn.  The book is the second in her English-Korean Poetry Anthology.  This was a beautiful event held at a community center, upstairs in a corner room.  Large windows and balcony doorsContinueContinue reading “Bong Ja Ahn’s Paper Boat”

Poetry: Evening Walk

EVENING WALKIn an evening walkI’ll calculate my next moveCoordinate my conversationsConsider the risksConceive inspirationAn evening walk willTidy my headWarm my heartMake my nose runRed scarf flies like a flagOf freedom and lifeWrapped around meCoiled across my mouthThat’s speaking only fogUnder the street lightsI travel across timeThe sidewalk is my pathStreet signs guide meThe alleyway homeLightsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Evening Walk”

Poetry: Landmark

stone marker stabbed into earth nail cross hammered north to south drawsthe boundary once cared for by neighbor’sneed to see where ones property ends another beginsadopted by the city as reference for roadshow many like these are in my mind, metal pierced monuments to touch, places to visit beforeI go to dream crossing linesdrawn in sand****Photo: EnglishContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Landmark”

Poetry: Refugio’s Hair

 One of my favorite poems… Refugio’s Hair In the old days of our family, My grandmother was a young woman Whose hair was as long as the river. She lived with her sisters on the ranch La Calera– The Land of the Lime– And her days were happy. But her uncle Carols lived there too,ContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Refugio’s Hair”

Event: WIN Canada 2013

Please consider attending the second annual Writers International Network March 23rd, at the Richmond Cultural Centre, Richmond, CanadaWIN is about promoting peace through understanding.  Ashok, the founder, shares the groups visionin this statement:‘An artist’s gift to the world is a poem, story, painting, sculpture or dance. WIN will seek, nourish and recognize all sorts of artistsContinueContinue reading “Event: WIN Canada 2013”

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 spider’s webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river This what peace looks like, Melted into movement TreeContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”

Poetry: The Runaway

The RunawayWater drips in a full bucket placed beneath a gutter leakIt sits aside the bottom step to prevent a puddle from formingLow moonlight barely fills the rim as it rides ripples shaped by bent wood, pushed by the midnight breeze that whistles aloneSoft steps walk down finding each board in the darkAvoiding the familiar placesContinueContinue reading “Poetry: The Runaway”

Poetry: Spiders Dream

Moths fly in flocksin my dream, Spidersride their backsbinoculars at all eyes.Predator owns the meat,venom at the fangdrips down the reinsscopulas grip tight.The threat of death makes moths fly longer than they should.Heavy burden to carryeight legs more your own.Spider’s spurscan not keep the moth from a porch light.So strong that pull,positively phototactic!Oh spider, you can ride a moth and steer it some,but never can you make it NOTContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Spiders Dream”

Poetry: Ghost in the Hall

When I was a childA Skeleton Ghost would walk The bedroom hall of our homeAfraid of the dark I would sleep with the light onMy door open just enough to keep out the troubleThat lurks in the imagination of a ten year old,Usually, hiding under the bed or in closetsGhosts are everywhere when you areContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Ghost in the Hall”

No Marrow in CLOVER

Great news!  Mary, from the Independent Writers Studio office in Bellingham, confirmed this morning that my poem “No Marrow” was accepted for the December edition of  Clover.  Been a tough month for submissions; this news came at the perfect time.   It is rather humbling to be amongst the poets and writers of the IWS.*  Thank you,ContinueContinue reading “No Marrow in CLOVER”