Happy Valley- a poet walks among you! She walks down the middle of your streets in search of a coffee house that opens at 7—preferably one that has blueberry scones… Last few weeks my inner dialogue seems to have a Wheeling Virginian cigar hanging out the corner of its mouth, almost as if I amContinueContinue reading “Squawk!”
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Christmas Eve Walk
The legs of the pier were standing on the sky. The bay water thick, and the activity of what plays in it a mystery to my eye. Clouds and patches of blue, just fainting from the late afternoon, spread over the waves. Sky dancing on the SeaVarious sea fowl floated along, feet paddle as rudders,ContinueContinue reading “Christmas Eve Walk”
Poetry: Evening Walk
EVENING WALKIn an evening walkI’ll calculate my next moveCoordinate my conversationsConsider the risksConceive inspirationAn evening walk willTidy my headWarm my heartMake my nose runRed scarf flies like a flagOf freedom and lifeWrapped around meCoiled across my mouthThat’s speaking only fogUnder the street lightsI travel across timeThe sidewalk is my pathStreet signs guide meThe alleyway homeLightsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Evening Walk”
Seagulls- 1, Crows- 0
Bellingham is an interesting place to live. If you do not agree, I recommend an early walk around the neighborhood. Remnants of our lively nightlife are evident in the early hours. Left overs like a cigarette butt nest of empty beer bottles near the last step of an apartment building, and used rubbers, hint toContinueContinue reading “Seagulls- 1, Crows- 0”
Star Berries
Oscar Wilde said, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” The day before New Year’s 2013 my eyes are everywhere but the stars. I feel like I’m in the gutter. I am one of an estimated two million in the U.S. whose emergency unemployment benefits ended DecemberContinueContinue reading “Star Berries”
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”
Worm vs’ Centipede!
I encourage you to take walks. Whoever you are and wherever you live, you should take walks. It is one of the few places in life where we are away from our home, office, TV, computer, phone. Take nothing with you and just walk. Before there was an iPad, or even electricity humans spent manyContinueContinue reading “Worm vs’ Centipede!”
Poetry: Walking Up Holly
The Maritime Heritage Park Fountain and the Whatcom Museumas seen from W. Holly StreetISidewalk DesertWalking up Holly StreetLife is alive with the livingLow tide wakes the sensesas mid-day traffic races byWalk uphill towards Bay StreetPass three homeless ones who wander camel-less like wise kings searching for The StarMan with a stroke-limp hobbles bypassing me on the right nodsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Walking Up Holly”
Fresh Air
Yesterday afternoon, desperate for some fresh air, I slipped on my shoes and traveled half a mile to Whatcom Creek. Earlier that morning I put some olive oil in my hair for a home moisturizing treatment so I thought I’d find a good place to sit by the creek and sun my hair for a bit, let that oilContinueContinue reading “Fresh Air”
Please Excuse Me…
So, it’s the day after Thanksgiving and my gut is still feeling the hurt. The all day eating binge was uncalled for, unnecessary yet required for the full holiday experience. If you’re not in a food coma by 5 p.m. on Thanksgiving, you’ve done something wrong! The next morning I weighed myself. “SP- WHY did youContinueContinue reading “Please Excuse Me…”
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