The Seattle Star

Category: Poetry

  • 316

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

    by

    Paul Mullin

  • Yearning

    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…

    by

    Pamela Hobart Carter

  • Scorpion Fable

    Scorpion Fable

    There once lived a young scorpion Who was always sick from her own poison… Whenever she’d strike with her tail, The back of head would get impaled.

    by

    Garrison Kammer

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