Poem: The Reading

    The moon rises above an arched gate. he reads poems in front of stiff-tall bamboo near the unfinished garden shed. we sit in dining chairs aligned with the patio bricks. open-mouth-smiles perfume the air with beer and burgundy. squirrels rush the branches— applaud too soon. A vine past its bloom crawls on aContinue reading “Poem: The Reading”

Poetry: Walking Up Holly

The Maritime Heritage Park Fountain and the Whatcom Museumas seen from W. Holly Street I Sidewalk Desert Walking up Holly Street Life is alive with the living Low tide wakes the senses as mid-day traffic races by Walk uphill towards Bay Street Pass three homeless ones who  wander camel-less like wise kings searching for The StarContinue reading “Poetry: Walking Up Holly”