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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Article: PTSD, Fight, Flight or Freeze
Fight, Flight or FrozenHave you ever been frozen? The other day I witnessed my cat having a close encounter with one of our islands red foxes. It was interesting to watch; my heart pounded wondering if I was witnessing the end of our “Princess”. From my perspective, atop the second story deck, it looked asContinueContinue reading “Article: PTSD, Fight, Flight or Freeze”
Poetry: Puppeteer
PuppeteerYou turn meLike a camera settingNormal to negativeWith a clickMy voice modulatesTo your earHigh tones dialed downPitch bent skewedYou hand me a scriptQ and A for the partyLists topics to avoidPeople I may talk toHow do I look?You look me overBlack evening dressHair up, heels highProper postureOh, you forgot these…I touch my ears,Barren of drops,ContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Puppeteer”
Forgiveness
As a writer I am often overtaken by my characters. Trying to imagine what a new character is thinking, how they would walk, talk, what kind of clothes they wear and what they’ll do next is in the job description. Yet sometimes I’ll have an encounter SO real that it seems more like entertaining aContinueContinue reading “Forgiveness”
Poetry: September Bellingham
Down the hill my city sitsWaves nip at its hairFreeway scratches the bellyMountains hold down its hipLow mist rolled in early,refuses to leave this coveDown into the clouds I walk,floating up into a subdued worldHere exhales are marked,Talk can be seenSun baths buildings in a peach-warm glowas it fights the floating moisturethat crowns my September BellinghamNoon-thirty,visibility stillContinueContinue reading “Poetry: September Bellingham”
What Are You?
For the first two weeks of my life I was an orphan. My birth mother left me at the Seattle hospital I was born in. She walked in to the emergency room in labor, gave birth and left the next day. Gone. Nothing but a one page form filled out. It’s doubtful that the information she gave was truthful,ContinueContinue reading “What Are You?”
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 spiders webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river Is this what peace looks like, Melted into movement Tree branchContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”
Rhodes Nails It
Alan Rhodes is a writer for the Cascadia Weekly. His article, “Channeling the American Literary Canon: Six Dead White Guys and Emily Dickinson Talk About Coal Trains” in this weeks issue, 7/18/12 #29, split my sides with laughter!When he came to Ernest Hemingway it seems he was truly channeling old Hemmy.Here’s a peek:In spring the coal trains came andtheyContinueContinue reading “Rhodes Nails It”
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”
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