metric*

October 20, 2019


2019 Walk Award
By Tor

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she
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moon day

she
know she

. . . . .
*Copyright 2019 by Tor. Broadside illustrated by Angela Boyle.

Poet’s statement: I am 61 years old, receiving social security and I am a self taught artist for a hobby. I’m better at visual art and music and call myself a dollar store Van Gogh. Metric is about the song Eclipse by the band Metric. I liked the song and Metric was a result of word play which I do often in my head. If I thought of a way to word it with meaning in English and have it sound Japanese, I would have done so.

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Jane*

October 13, 2019


2019 Merit Award
By Elliot Stockman, Grade 6

There once was a young girl named Jane,
Who lived in England, and took lots of trains,
She walked on the track,
And with a loud “Thwack!”
She ended up flying to Spain.

In Spain, they all rode on bikes, of course,
But what surprised her was they all spoke in Norse
She wanted a pie,
But she encountered a sigh,
And she ended up eating a horse.

. . . . .
*Copyright 2019 by Elliot Stockman. Broadside illustrated by Christian Anne Smith.

Unable to see far*

October 6, 2019


2019 Walk Award
By Luci Shaw

Unable to see far, I write
what’s near. How snow
responds to footprints and
the garden to a spade.
How my cat’s small lion face
softens under my caress.
How words fall through me
like water, though some
thicken into thoughts
like scars. How the two chairs
on our deck, each a foot deep
in snow, face each other as if
conversing about the weather.
How, today, when I
complained of cold,
my husband covered me
with the old green blanket
and I napped and dreamed
of summer. How this afternoon
one robin, having arrived
early, sits now on the
power line, thinking to himself
this is not so smart.

. . . . .
*Copyright 2019 by Luci Shaw. Broadside illustrated by Christian Anne Smith.

. . . . .
Luci Shaw was born in London, England, in 1928. A poet and essayist, since 1986 she has been Writer in Residence at Regent College, Vancouver. Author of over thirty-five books of poetry and creative non-fiction, her writing has appeared in numerous literary and religious journals. In 2013 she received the 10th annual Denise Levertov Award for Creative Writing from Seattle Pacific University. Her new collection, Eye of the Beholder, was released by Paraclete Press in 2018. She lives with her husband, John Hoyte, in Bellingham, Washington.

workshop reminder

October 5, 2019

Workshops

Just a quick reminder that there are terrific poetry workshops coming up in Bellingham on Saturday, October 26, and Saturday, December 7, 2019. Terrific instructors. No previous poetry experience needed, but advance registration is required. All the details on the WORKSHOPS page.

Thirteen*

September 29, 2019


2019 Merit Award
By Susan Cohen Raphael

At thirteen
I was put in jail
for running away from home

I remember well
that first night in one small room
with four closed walls
a bare bed
a sink
a mirror
one small high barred window
a door with barred minuscule opening

I remember the sounds of voices
and the sound of free movement in the hall
I remember the lights of the city
the stars in the sky
I remember crying

It was Christmas night
and I was frightened
and I was alone

. . . . .
*Copyright 2019 by Susan Cohen Raphael. Broadside illustrated by Christian Anne Smith.

Hummingbird*

September 15, 2019


2019 Walk Award
By Maddie Patterson, Grade 5

I stroked one finger along its delicate feathered body
It felt like nothing in my hand
allowing me to see its metaphors and similes
scrolled across it like a book of observations
Its neck was laced with bright red sequins
— Oregon grape in distress
Its eyes were little beads,
like tiny huckleberries
Its feet were the leaves,
of a Western red cedar
Its beak was bent,
like the branch of a Douglas fir
Its feathers, metallic flames
Its feathers,
soft scales
of rhody petals

. . . . .
*Copyright 2019 by Maddie Patterson. Broadside illustrated by Angela Boyle.

After St. Lucy’s Day, 2018*

September 8, 2019


2019 Merit Award
By Tom Moore

With the final whisper of the night’s
last bell, the church goers gather
with their prayers. Outside

it is cold. Beyond cold, really.
The two gay men with their son
have come to be a part of something

larger than themselves
though they are not
sure what. For most

people here the assumptions made
about an ancient fertility god
don’t translate well into

code. Yet the kids seem to get a kick
out of things. The tree, tastefully done
sketches of Jesus, the programs for those who

don’t usually attend
do not offend. Hiding
out there in the dark is
of course, the thirst.

. . . . .
*Copyright 2019 by Tom Moore. Broadside illustrated by Megan Carroll.

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