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”
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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”
Poetry: South Beach
South Beach Eagle KingOften, we would walk South Beach togetherThat long large-pebbled beachalong the Salish Seaon the island’s west sideShort salt water waveslap up against the shore there,constant rhythm set by the wind,like a slow rock tumblersifting for agatesBrown cliffs of San Juan barely hold a road on top itselfLarge crumbles of dirt clotslay at itsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: South Beach”
Poetry: Transform
Transformation of person to poetOne day something grabs you without touchingAn idea lingers in your mind, like garlic on the tongueA vision walks all over you placing footprintson your being without leaving a bruiseWords become puzzles you have to solveYou write, you type, you scratchan equation out hoping the math totalsYou turn emotion into aContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Transform”
Poetry Warm Up
Last Saturday I attended a class taught by Wendy Call “Self-Editors Toolkit: Improve Your Own Prose” at the Chuckanut Writers Conference. During the class she had us do a fun poetry practice game or warm up. Thought I would share it with you here. I enjoyed doing this, perhaps you will also. I find thatContinueContinue reading “Poetry Warm Up”
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: Perhaps
It’s Monday and a great day for art and poetry! Every Monday night is Poetry Night open mic in downtown Bellingham. Last week Robert gave out a prompt that I couldn’t resist: What should be done with your body upon your death. All week I’ve been thinking about this. What writer doesn’t enjoy writing orContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Perhaps”
Alberto Rios Poetry
At last night at Chuckanut Sandstone’s open mic, Sandra F. Lucke shared the work of poet Alberto Rios. Carla, the group leader, read his poem “Refugio’s Hair” and the world shook!This wonderful poet makes his home in Sedona, AZ. Ríos is a Regents’ Professor at Arizona State University, where he has taught for over 30 years and where he holdsContinueContinue reading “Alberto Rios Poetry”
Poetry: Gray Braided Gardener
Seeds of joyToss from her fingertipsGreen LIFE yawns awakeon the shady side of NoblesAlways in spring she isRadiating beams of new LIFEKneading it into the earthEverywhere she goesLIFE follows heror does she create it?A goddess tramping through the desertleaving behind her a forest~Dedicated to my special friend Susan who always leaves a forest wherever sheContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Gray Braided Gardener”
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