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Be Sure To Show Your Work

March 22, 2018 by Gambele Kerr Leave a Comment

A bus takes two days
to reach your destination.
Better bring pizza.

Filed Under: Art, Poetry, ULE

Minus Tide

March 22, 2018 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

Uneven runnels between larger outcrops
deepen, getting out to the surf-spray edge,
where waves confront black rocks in loud wallops.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Nature, Poetry, ULE

Where are the songs?

February 6, 2018 by Lolly Champion Leave a Comment

That was then and this is now,
with a world still living with too much the same.
Times moving faster, disparities widening, racism raising,
reeling, searching for an anthem, trying to find the right song…
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Poetry

Drift Boats on the Klickitat

October 11, 2017 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

This is a hastening tributary —
it’s not the wider river
with headwaters gathered in the Rockies
which divulges its volume beyond Astoria.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Nature, Poetry Tagged With: McKenzie River drift boats

The Owls of Oslo

October 1, 2017 by T H Savaht 4 Comments

The Owls of Oslo
I cannot see
I hear them over the din of cars
and bells
and the drunken cacophony
of Saturday evening
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Poetry

Offspring

July 26, 2017 by Rob Gourley Leave a Comment

The Deer raise their brown heads
to make contact by eyes
and seem to acknowledge,
I’m the harmless neighbor.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Nature, Poetry

Everlast

July 20, 2017 by Keri Hakan Leave a Comment

Medicine smoke circles
Over me
Rising
[Read More]

Filed Under: Culture, Featured Writing, Poetry, Spirit

Two Poems

July 2, 2017 by Robert Michael Pyle Leave a Comment

Hazel catkins swell and stretch,
not long till budburst. Back home,
chickadees have found the feeders
at last! Feared they weren’t coming
at all this year—but here they are.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Nature, Poetry

Legacy

June 21, 2017 by Katja Biesanz Leave a Comment

In 1914, they built the sauna first
It sheltered the families
of the immigrants
as they proved their claim.
[Read More]

Filed Under: Culture, Featured Writing, Poetry Tagged With: Finland, Finnish-America, Sauna

Fear of Summer

May 29, 2017 by Brendan Grays Leave a Comment

I fear you summer, I fear the way you hurt my chest, I fear the way I try to hold onto the slick sides of mirrors sliding efficiently down the heart of my fingers as I’m trying to hold onto images, reflections of the shelter I love….[Read More]

Filed Under: Culture, Featured Writing, Poetry

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Readers’ Comments

  • Watt Childress April 28, 2025 at 11:48 am on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltAlso, you inspired me to insert a sentence crediting Hoyt Axton with the song's genesis. Many thanks!
  • Watt Childress April 27, 2025 at 10:55 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltThank you kindly Jim for reading this and commenting. I enjoyed your review of "Sun House" by David James Duncan,
  • Jim Stewart April 27, 2025 at 8:26 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltNice! Hoyt Axton wrote the Jeremiah song and sang it with great gusto. Life wanders on and I'm still glad
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:51 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltDuring spring I think of you, and all the May Pole celebrations you've organized over the years. So grateful for
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:18 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltIn my dreams I sing to the multitudes, with a voice as clear and sweet and churchy as Lou Reed.
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