Old Man on the Bed

Kerry's father is dying.

While I sit writing at Creek Sister,
while Jommie sits in the woods reading.
While the creek hurries past.

One old man approaches the darkening,
looks up at his daughter to say what,
goodbye?

"Hold me,
open the door,
see, I have found what I was waiting for;

make my bed in a soft place,
in the back of the pickup;

take me to the mountains,
take me to a river,
take me out of the walls
of my life.



for Kerry



written 7/17/06

"Creek Sister" was a small log cabin on Christmas Creek,
off Edgewick, where I was working on a draft of a book.

Fall City Artists' Economic Stimulus Fair

We went to the artists' economic stimulus fair on Saturday 11/14/09. See the photography album for images of the event. I was surprised at the number of artists attending and the quality of their work. An extra treat were the children's paintings, all donations going to the Seattle Children's Hospital. We even discovered little cupcakes decorated by the future artists of Fall City and Snoqualmie Valley. So, take a peek at the photos and enjoy.

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Note - Fall City Artists

Beautiful event this past weekend. We saw some amazing work all done by local artists. I will put up an album of photos soon. There will be a new poem posted this week so stay tuned.

November a Year Ago

Before you knew me

I was a river stone
I was a king fisher swift from the tree branch
I was the long legs of the north fork

Before you knew me

I was a cabin
a swing
I was the sun in gnarled arms of firs

Before you knew me

I was a melancholy wind
the sadness of rain
I was a brown barefoot girl

Before you knew me

I was the sheer and silent snow
I ran from shadows
I ran away

and found a home on every street
I dreamed of

I was a mother for myself
I was tender
I gathered stories of injured women
homeless as I

Before you knew me

I came home
to the English cottage
dancing in the morning
across the kitchen floor

until I found you
dancing and singing
an image of me

and we recognized
each other

from the faint songs
still on our lips
we had been singing

all along.





for M. with all my love

Mystery at the Post Office

Hello Readers: Well, there is something interesting going on at the Post Office! A friend, who travels to the Fall City post office to read the week's poem, reported to me that the poem is missing. That's right. For the first time since beginning this writing project for the lobby bulletin board, the poem has disappeared. It's title is "Under You". If you see it, could you tack it back up?

My friend had a few ideas about where it may have gone. I thought maybe an employee took it down. She said maybe someone liked it and decided to take it. My last idea is since someone has been stealing tacks, maybe there was a shortage and they took the poem's tacks? What do you think?

I wasn't able to post a new poem last night as I am dog sitting and out of town. However, I am working on a new one and should have it posted on the bulletin board today or tomorrow.

Have a great week, stay safe and hope you are enjoying the sunshine today.

Anonymous

Next Poem...

Hope everyone is doing well. I'm working on the next poem and out of town so stayed tuned. Will try to have it posted on the bulletin board tomorrow evening. If you have some written work, send me a sample of two to three poems or a short story. Would love to post a variety of literary work on the blog. Take care and have a great day.