The Seattle Star

Category: Poetry

  • Furnishings

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

    by

    Jerry Kraft

  • 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