Still Life

Still Life Today there are three colors on the Salish Sea, gray, gray and gray, as fog erases the the Continue reading →

A Golden Shovel of Fire

A Golden Shovel of Fire After Pablo Neruda  On my last day, I will be a wild-haired crone, a shriveled dragon Continue reading →

Clair de Lune

Clair de Lune Even moonlight should be as simple as possible and no simpler. The prompt for Day 4 blew Continue reading →

Guest Post: A Slander of Slugs

 Here is a wonderful and timely poem by Northwest poet Victoria Doerper! Thanks, Victoria! A Slander of Slugs A slander Continue reading →

How to Enthuse a Muse

To Charm Erato Directions: For best results sing while strumming a lyre, Scatter petals of roses hither and thither to Continue reading →

La Llorona

La Llorona  Under full moonlight I wander the riverbank wailing for you, mis hijos, weeping like raging water, like your Continue reading →

Wild Night! Wild Night!

Regrets, Aunt Ann 5 a.m. on the Ponte Vecchio, the three of us taking turns perching on Benuto Cellini’s shoulders Continue reading →

If Only Eyebrows Were Wings!

There they stand, two towers of the Mexican art world in black and white, different as night and day, dark Continue reading →