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
Friday, August 26, 2016
Posted by Sequimarian at 5:16 PM
FOURTH FRIDAY READINGS
Friday, August 26, 2016 – 6:30 pm
At The Lodge (Media Room)
660 Evergreen Farm Way (off 5th Avenue), Sequim
AN ENTIRE EVENING of
5-MINUTE OPEN MIC READINGS
Bring poems, short-short stories or memoir/novel snippets.
Rehearse in advance, Reading are timed.
Sign in to Read
Guidelines available. Heidi@olypen.com
Arrive early for snack and coffee at The Espresso bistro
Sponsored by Writers on the Spit
Posted by Sequimarian at 10:52 AM
Monday, August 22, 2016
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Wednesday, August 10, 2016
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. https://fifthcoffee.blogspot.com/search?q=Donal+Mahoney Watch for more of Donal's poems to come.
Posted by Sequimarian at 2:27 PM