I don't know about you, but this time of year my thoughts turn to baking - all those apples and pears just waiting to be baked into pies, with lots of cinnamon, and ginger. Yum.... Oops, okay, I'm back. But inspired by a training I attended last week, here's a different kind of recipe that … Continue reading An autumn recipe
poetry
Devils conspire?
A haiku inspired by the flurry of media attention to the referee's call at the end of the Seahawks-Packers game on Monday night. And this week's Project Create. Simultaneous possession: What happens when Devils conspire. .
What the Buddha Brings
Inspired by a line I read in Sarah Canary, a novel by Karen Joy Fowler (who also taught a wonderful writing class at Hugo House in Seattle a couple of years ago), a little list. Try it: write "What the Buddha Brings" at the top of a page, then start your own list. Write the … Continue reading What the Buddha Brings
All’s Fair
A poem written while sitting outside under the blue moon, watching a free concert by the Dusty 45's put on as part of the Kittitas County Fair celebration. The Dusty 45's were incredible, and the crowd was friendly. It's this week's Project Create. All’s Fair There’s the tiniest cowgirl in pink pajamas Sparkly shoes and … Continue reading All’s Fair
Four haikus, for no reason
Four haikus, for no particular reason, that make up this week's Project Create. Haiku One what we’re meant to do, if anything, is simply to love and be loved Haiku Two “hearts don’t go through life unbroken.” like ginger root, the pieces grow back. Haiku Three god’s plan is only this: remember to take your … Continue reading Four haikus, for no reason
The fire this time
A small poem related to the week of wildfire outside, and equally applicable to the fires we feel inside, at times. And this week's Project Create. The Fire This Time Containment comes first. When it is too much to get your own arms around, Try joining with someone else.
Randomly Accessed Poetics, Issue One
With deep appreciation to fellow writer and poet William Lindberg for collecting, editing, and publishing a fascinating collection of poems and stories (some with adult content, fair warning). My contribution is called "Jack in the Box," and it's on page 32. Issue One: The Texture of Words Enjoy!
The gods remind us
A poem inspired by a full day of celebrating a life, listening to music, meeting new people, and watching a magnificently furious electrical storm at midnight: this week's Project Create. One Indian flute, played in honor of the dead; A second, played to light a doorway. Lightning without thunder, rain blown through the open window … Continue reading The gods remind us
But your dog can fly you like a kite
These signs communicate the rules for Iron Horse State Park, which contains our little section of the John Wayne Trail. The haiku is this week's Project Create. No cars are allowed But your dog can fly you like A kite, if it sits.
Storm Takes the Valley
There was a gorgeous thunder and lightning storm that swept across the Kittitas valley this afternoon. I was out walking the John Wayne Trail, and got soaked, and happy. This poem is this week's Project Create. The light turns funny from the impending storm You know, how it can be dark and heavy and bright … Continue reading Storm Takes the Valley
Elizabeth Fountain, Author 