Sunday, September 18, 2016

Spontaneous Monday is coming up….

It's time for the


at the Sequim Library, 630 N. Sequim Avenue

Monday, Sept. 19

9:30 a.m. sharp until 11:30 a.m.


Free for writers who want to get their creative juices flowing.


All writers are welcome regardless of experience.

Bring paper and pen (no electronic devices, please).

Prompts are provided.

We encourage you to read what you write, but it's okay to pass.


Hosted by Ruth Marcus,

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Invitation from WORD WEAVERS for new members - SEQUIM

We have traditionally met at noon for lunch and socializing before beginning to share our writing at 1:00 p.m. We try to finish by 3:00 p.m.  Readings are limited to about 2500 words maximum in order to give everyone a chance.  Likewise, we limit the number of readers to ten in any one meeting, though others are welcome to come as guests or non-reading members for a particular session. Meeting days have varied, but are now the second and fourth Wednesdays of each month (exceptions for holidays).  

Our current venue is The Family Dining Room at The Lodge.  The fixed price lunch for non-residents is $11.40.  The menu is varied and the food is good.

All topics and genres are open within the limits of good taste.  (A former member defined "good taste" as anything you would not mind letting your 18-year-old granddaughter read knowing you wrote it!)  Pieces longer than 2500 words should be broken up and a brief synopsis provided at the beginning of second and later segments.  

Contact info:  Jack Barnes:   360-683-1094


Friday, August 26, 2016

The latest post of Donal Mahoney poem

People Who Live Above Stores

It's two in the morning 
and people who live above stores
have sprung from their beds
this cold winter night.
They're leaning out of their windows
and bellowing into the street

at the deaf baker who launched the alarm
in the Rogers Park Donut Shoppe.
It's been ringing for hours 
and the police haven't come.
Not even the firemen.
The donuts will never get done

and it appears now that 
people who live above stores
will remain in a rage
leaning out of their windows
waving cigarettes like strobes
and bellowing the rest of the night.

Donal Mahoney

Fwd: Fourth Friday Readings - August 26


Friday, August 26, 2016 – 6:30 pm

At The Lodge (Media Room)

660 Evergreen Farm Way (off 5th Avenue), Sequim



Bring poems, short-short stories or memoir/novel snippets.

Rehearse in advance, Reading are timed.

Sign in to Read

Guidelines available.

Arrive early for snack and coffee at The Espresso bistro

Sponsored by Writers on the Spit

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Lifts Her Like A Chalice

The weekday Mass at 6 a.m.
brings the old folks out 
from bungalows 
around the church.
They move like caterpillars  
down sidewalks, 
some with canes, 
some on walkers. 

Father Doyle says the Mass 
and then goes back to the rectory 
to care for his mother 
who cannot move or speak 
because of a stroke.

And every Sunday at noon 
when the church is full, 
Father Doyle, in full vestments, 
wheels his mother
in a lump
down the middle aisle
and lifts her like a chalice 
and places her in the front pew  
before he ascends to the altar.

Sometimes at night,
when his mother's asleep, 
Father Doyle comes back to the Church 
and rehearses in the dark 
three hymns she long ago 
asked him to sing at her funeral.

He practices the hymns 
because the doctor said  
she could go at any time.
When that time comes,
he doesn't want to miss a note.
The last thing she ever said was 
"Son, I'll be listening." 

Donal Mahoney
for background on Donal.

Watch for more of Donal's poems to come.