I'm pleased to announce I've had a poem published in the summer edition of Rise Up Review. The poem is a based on my experiences and observations working in an elementary school the week after Parkland. It is a true story, with only a small measure of poetic license. I spent much of the past … Continue reading Rise Up Review
I'm honored to be invited to read a short selection of poems at 11:30 tomorrow at Redmond's annual Poets in the Park day. I'll be part of the Redmond Association of Spokenword (RASP) reading, which is the founding sponsor of this annual event. I've been attending RASP open mics for a few years. I love … Continue reading Poets in the Park
To Congress re: Another Guns, a metastasizing social ill fatal with children. Talk back to this country's native fathers.
Calm Change conditions to A habitat thinned of Layers of less Must.
A found poem from page 26 of Brene Brown’s book Braving the Wilderness, a gift from my bookstore daughter.
Playing the blame game scapegoating a masquerade of leadership.
Last week's BlackOut Poetry Challenge was to celebrate an Instagram poem with a blackout of their work. To be honest, I wasn't quite sure how I felt about blacking out another poet's work. Can we really find new poems within poems? The answer turned out to be yes, and kind of. Here are my selections … Continue reading Found Poems No. 49-52: the Sigh of Trees to Introverts
It never ceases to amaze me, the hidden messages one can find in blackout poetry. The practice is an endless source of discovery that engages, entertains, and relaxes me. For inspiration, I follow the weekly prompts and exercises posted by @blackoutpoetrychallenges on Instagram. It's a friendly and highly supportive online community. Please check them out. … Continue reading Found Poem No. 48: Downriver
Poems are everywhere. I even found one on this take-out cup from our favorite "ski coffee" stop, Galileo Coffee, a roaster on the beautiful Sea to Sky Highway en route to Whistler Blackcomb. We drove by Galileo for years before we finally decided to pull over and try them out. Now it's a must stop. And … Continue reading Found Poem No. 49: Compostable
A friend pulled up to the house in a loaner car last week. "What happened to your new car?" I asked. "It's in the shop," he said. "Needs a new alternator. They sure don't make 'em like the used to. I just can't pop the hood and fix 'em myself anymore." "Yeah, they used to … Continue reading Car Talk Confessions, A Poem