September Corridor might not have an overwhelming feeling of fall, and there is NO mention of cursed pumpkin spice, but there are some deep feels.
In this issue, our contributors explore how we face life’s obstacles and turning points. From drooping foxgloves to foggy highways, fireflies to restless dogs, each piece shows the unexpected challenges along our paths.
Tag Archives: September
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”
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”
Poetry: September Wind
Remember the old days around a camp fire when each person took turns adding to the story? Well, what if two friends did the same thing but in the form of a poem? My island friend Peter and I did just that over the past five days. The results? Read for yourself: S: The windContinueContinue reading “Poetry: September Wind”
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