"No one noticed,/ not even him, the black speck/ at the corner of his smile./ It began to spread, creeping across his lips/ like an oil-bled kiss."
A poem from Rob Lewis about the pipeline-addicted prime minister.
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In Praise of Not Knowing the Names of Birds
A poem by Judith Barrington:
"I cannot name the one with the scimitar beak and the mohawk
who spends all day drilling holes in tree trunks."
The Abyssopelagic
Spokane poet Ellen Welcker explores the simple joys of being a parent:
"when you’re blue at the ocean it swallows you
you enter each other you merge
you become something old
barnacled
soft"
The Return of the Elwha King
Seattle poet Paul Nelson's ode to the runs of king salmon returning to the Elwha River after the dam is gone.
"He’s back! Belly full of planktonic diatoms, copepods, kelp, seaweed, jellyfish, starfish, bugs, amphipods & crustaceans so delicious served up at Sakura as sake..."
Icicle Creek
"It’s unnatural to see the tears of my children, husbands,
and then mine—all collected on the roof of my house."
A dreamlike exploration of desire and mortality from Seattle poet E.J. Koh, from her collection, A Lesser Love.
Two poems by Montreux Rotholtz
". . . sweeping the porch
I felt it the rye and salt
dry-roasted
wallop of honey wind. . . "
Read two new poems by Seattle poet Montreux Rotholtz, whose poems pay precise attention to language.