Tuesday, April 26, 2016
a gala public reading,,,2:00 p.m. • Sunday, May 1, 2016
April, National Poetry Month, is coming a close.
Rainshadow Poets invite you to celebrate
a gala public reading,
2:00 p.m. • Sunday, May 1, 2016
at Olympic Theatre Arts
414 N. Sequim Avenue, Sequim
Poets of all ages, from Jefferson and Clallam County,
who were chosen to be published
in the 2016 Rainshadow Anthology
will read on the Main Stage.
Copies of the Anthology will be available for purchase.
All sales and donations go to Olympic Theatre Arts,
a 501c3 non-profit organization.
Poem: The Art of Poetry
The Art of Poetry I've heard you can really stink up a poem by making it too long, or dirty, or you throw in jesus, angst too many metaphors or descriptions of your yard party where millionaires shoot songbirds in the garden. You can stink up a poem good if you talk about how you wrote it, where you were, how many drugs you had in your system, or how dirty your fingernails or your sheets were. A poem has to jell. It has to steep before you let it out into the world. If it's too cold to go out by itself, you have to let it stew and simmer before you take up the mic or send it off to some rag run by a bunch of MFA students back east or a trio of retired teachers putting it together in the den or the room over the garage. The last time I read this poem I watched it sneak off the podium hightail it around the counter and slip out the door to the parking lot head down and eyes on the ground. I saw it perched on a low bush as I walked home. Its eyes burning with shame, looking away as I strolled by.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Monday, April 11, 2016
Short poem
Pet
I was on the teeter-totter
by myself
watching a guy on the swing
talking to himself
so it seemed
as I watched and listened
it appeared he had
his invisible dog with him
that he loved very very
much.
The dog was off leash
so he wouldn’t get
tangled in the swings
heavy chain.
After a spell
he left
strolling ahead
but calling back
Comeon, boy.
~
I was on the teeter-totter
by myself
watching a guy on the swing
talking to himself
so it seemed
as I watched and listened
it appeared he had
his invisible dog with him
that he loved very very
much.
The dog was off leash
so he wouldn’t get
tangled in the swings
heavy chain.
After a spell
he left
strolling ahead
but calling back
Comeon, boy.
~
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
RAINSHADOW POETRY 2016 ANTHOLOGY
RAINSHADOW POETRY 2016 ANTHOLOGY TO BE RELEASED
The anthology includes more than 100 poets from Jefferson and Clallam counties in
Washington. Anyone interested in inquiring should contact Ruth Marcus:
rmarcus@olypen.com
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Friday, April 1, 2016
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