Join local poetsHeather Curtis, Shannon Lawsand Jennifer Bullisfor a poetry reading celebratingNational Poetry Month.April 5, 2014, 7:00 pmVillage Books 1200 11th StBellingham, WashingtonCome on down to celebrate National Poetry Month and the release of Heather’s new poetry book, “Upon Waking”.”Upon Waking has been inspired by the exploration of landscapes: both internal and external. The mind, natural world,ContinueContinue reading “Event: Poetry Reading”
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Mayor’s Arts Award
Shannon P LawsMayor’s Arts Award35th Annual RecipientBellingham, WashingtonIt is with great joy and thanks to our Mayor Kelli Linville and the Bellingham Arts Commission that I share with you my good news: I am a recipient of the Mayor’s Arts Award, 2013. Truly a once in a lifetime award! 2013 was an outstanding year in theContinueContinue reading “Mayor’s Arts Award”
Poem: Visitor
A poem comes by for a visitjumps, twists, turnsin the room of imaginationMy pen begs to carve it beat in the metersas placed prison barsspaced inches apartcapturing an essence Truth:You are not minePockets turned out with noproof of visit, no valet ticketto retrieve after-party transport,A bookmark fallen from the pagesof a story unwrittenI love youNever knew youIContinueContinue reading “Poem: Visitor”
Tree Post
I got here lateThe only seat available was the one no one wantedAll chairs face the stage, have a view of the authorPerformance visible to most, if only throughwagging heads, at the least a peek of a namedecent money was used for admissionMY chair faced squareonto the flat side of a wide, wooden support beam.ThereContinueContinue reading “Tree Post”
Poem: Tongue in Ink
The best poems are not written in ink but by the tongue Spoken into the air never finding paper Touched by the mist of breath against your neck Said in the dark rooms where lovers meet Not at all recorded nor syllables numbered But art form just the same Once activated and released the wordsContinueContinue reading “Poem: Tongue in Ink”
Poem: No New Day
The days return familiar momentseyelashes point at paperno words can dance onflower faces openlook inside the windowfingers weave the story of usa braided rug used to cover the blemishOn my shoulder you perchsquawk as a chore, as a word to cross offYour kiss is a temporary tattooplaced onto my flesh with spit***
My Secret Crush
During the song “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen, I bumped into a writer friend, Maria McLeod. “Ready Freddy!” she shouted, “Freddy! That was the name of my secret crush!” This comment got my attention. I, too, had a secret crush in school. She shared her story, and I shared mine. We each had a long lasting crush on someone for years, never told anyone. …“I dare you to blog about your crush. To tell the world that you loved that guy all those years!” I shouted over the music. She agreed to the challenge.
Poetry: Table
Salt on the skinSweat dried in the cool airWe lay across the table clotha checkered gray and white skyThe meal: stars and atmosphereset on a plate glazedin a blue so dark it doesn’t endOur neighbors no longer Robin or wormbut nebula and moonSagittarius contains several well-known nebulae, including the The Omega Nebula, also known as the HorseshoeContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Table”
Poem: Tempest
Miranda, the Tempest, 1916by John William WaterhouseThis morning the sky changed. Wind from a differentdirection cast surprise upon and stirred up curiosityTrees above sway to the song of Fall, make for a lovely dance to sing toBelow, wind combs threw underbrush, grabs the recently fallen,blows them into whirlwindsNorthern Gale, breathe on me, release from me deadContinueContinue reading “Poem: Tempest”
Winter Prayer
This morning the sky changed. The wind came from a different direction than what I was used to, catching me by surprise and creating a sense of curiosity within me. The trees I walked under moved and swayed to the song of the wind, making for a lovely dance. The wind combed threw the branchesContinueContinue reading “Winter Prayer”
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