Our Fevered State

1. Pain and Shock I lay in bed this week fevered and in pain energy drained throat on fire tired and sick while screens around me surface a young white face with stone dead eye sockets murderer, 9 times over lily white terrorist with a Dorothy Hamill haircut imagined...

Hopscotch CD — 1.8 Miles of Fun! is This Saturday!

If you’re in the central Seattle area this weekend (June 6th 2015), come join us and hundreds of neighbors on Saturday, between 10 a.m. and 8 p.m., for the third annual Hopscotch CD – 1.8 Miles of Fun! Block captains (aka, deeply awesome neighbors) will be...

Within the Unknowing

within the unknowing we offer unwavering presence tell your stories, our stories so many inside giggles within the unknowing at times we keep busy searching, sharing, worrying gardening, cooking, praying, offering sometimes we grow weary, angry within the unknowing...

On Marrying a Poet

Chris Toll said The job of poets is not to explain the Mystery. The job of poets is to make the Mystery greater. Terrific, said Daniel, but my question was: where do you want to eat dinner tonight?

Sentience (first draft)

It’s day 10 of #NationalPoetryMonth. Today I’m publishing a poem in progress. This is a first draft and is not finished. First an experience happened: four deer stepped out onto the road and walked directly toward my car down the middle of the road,...

Our Home is a Poem

Happy National Poetry Month, day 6! Today I created a found-object poem. I took 20 snapshots of words and images around our home and made a poet out of them. Fun! Our Home is a Poem You are here welcome you rock grab a beach bucket an empty journal or some art...

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