Category: Poetry

Poetry

Sonnet for Abe

My love for you continues to this day.
With our photographs and history I stay.
Writing stories of our life together
keeps me brave: Alive, and feeling better.

Poetry

Elephant Song

On evenings filled with rain the elephants
believe my open door leads to a green stretch
of forest and trundle through.
Each concocts a song or howl of her own—
a moan of bassoon, a pitch of piccolos
and even agonies of strings to tell of elephant
tragedies coated in silt.

Poetry

Choose Life

Choose life until your last breath.
Choose life until you hear the Other calling.
Choose life while the lights are on and your eyes still focus.
Choose life while your heart beats out your days.
Choose life while your mind still has questions.
Choose life until you must, for intensely personal reasons,
Choose death.

Poetry

The Black Christian

Blacken trod the rain splashed souls,
Amber throbs the heart within.
Modernistic troubadour,
Opener of darkened doors.

Poetry

Spine of a Dog

Spine of a dog curves away from me and against, as heat
of a tired dog warms my skin through my sweater, through his fur.
He lies, front paws matched, chin tucked alongside them, neat.
One still beast; one, antsy with pen at arm’s end, cramming
the months and years and lives with rehearsals, games, dinners—
human scrawl.

Literature Poetry

Carol Guess Delves into Doll Forensics

Though Carol Guess has been in the lit world for some time, her latest project Doll Studies: Forensics immediately grabbed my attention because of the unique subject matter. It isn’t every day you stumble upon a book of prose poetry that focuses on 18 dioramas of actual crime scenes…

Poetry

Magic Trick

One morning—for a blink—a black rabbit
forages in downtown Seattle. I witness,
grin—the rabbit knows shortcuts
to Wonderland.

Poetry

Furnishings

As February nears, poetry returns. This one is from one of Port Angeles’ finest, Jerry Kraft.

Poetry

316

Bottle neck of beauty rolling up the
yellow-tiled tunnel to the express lane.

Poetry

Yearning

I do not want to be
remembered for my urine.
In this I differ from
the chowchow and Welsh corgi
who yearn to soak the earth…