People may envision poetry as staid, formal or exclusive. But Washington’s poet laureate, Tod Marshall, will disabuse anyone of that image — Marshall will excite readers and writers about the power of poetry to fuel the imagination through links with rock concerts, fishing and …
Washington state poet laureate Tod Marshall will be in Twisp in mid-September for a poetry workshop and reading. The reading will be at 7 p.m. on Sept. 16 at The Merc Playhouse. Admission is by donation. The workshop will be on Sept. 14 from 5:30-7 p.m., also at The Merc. Participation is by donation; students...
By Patrick Johnson Hot, stifling Sound deafening So dark Smoke intense Confusion, panic Running, scared Deploying shelter No time to wait Why are they going up there? Shouting, they do not hear Drawing shelter over Laying on the ground Can’t breathe Will we all die? The screaming But life continues in the Okanogan Patrick...
Here we are again. Embers falling People falling Looking for the bright spot Of resilience Rain falling, snow flakes falling Be aware. It’s all here What is important Pull deep from inside Thankfulness. This poem was submitted by a Twisp resident who wishes to remain anonymous.
Washington State Poet Laureate Elizabeth Austen is coming to the Twisp library at 7 p.m. on April 16 to present an evening of poetry in honor of National Poetry Month. Austen will be reading from her new chapbook manuscript and her book, Every Dress a Decision — a Washington State Book Award finalist — as well as selected poems...
By Laurelle Walsh
Seattle slam poet and teaching artist Daemond Arrindell returns to the Methow Valley for a two-day workshop in ekphrastic poetry on Saturday and Sunday (Nov. 8 – 9) at Confluence Gallery and Art Center. The workshop is appropriate for writers high school-aged and older, and qualifies for professional …
By Ryan Brennan, July 2014
I gaze at the destruction and ruin of the landscape
I can feel the hot breath of smoke beneath my skin
Haunted shapes flutter on the edge of the horizon
Begging us to join their dance of hell
By Sam Owen
between Cougar Flats and Rising Eagle
looking south and east and back to south
weather vane’s tedious turning predicts
which way I’ll drive outta here, cat
squawling in the back of the car
By Julie Tate-Libby
It was the summer of fire
not one, but many
you thought the whole valley
gone up together like some of sort of
By Marina Bianchi
I am from tall mountains, and pristine rivers
from badminton games on the lawn I helped grow myself,
from snow forts and tree forts and a love of the earth
I am from bad jokes and seal laughs,
I am from “try it, it’s new” and “never give up”