The rain screws up its face and falls to bits. Then it makes itself again. Only the rain can make itself again. --Adrain, age 4 Great article in Orion giving me hope that there are so many teacher poets changing vision and changing lives out there. Remember being a child? Remember learning to see? To … Continue reading Raising poets, growing poems
Light like Coal
So a friend of mine posted these very cool literal translations he learned the other day and I couldn't help but work them into a poem. "Tlingit meanings my elder friend Marie taught me yesterday (the two words are the same in Tlingit). A language rooted in this place: black=coal blue=bluejay red=fire green=jade orange=alder white=snow" … Continue reading Light like Coal
Anything I can put ketchup on
To call them berries really is blasphemy too bitter without help of cinnamon, cloves, molasses these cranberries hanging in frosted bunches bagged to be boiled milled and canned this collecting, this pushing through dense brush down grown over logging roads, this speaking of the words hey and bear this balancing act of supermarket and backyard … Continue reading Anything I can put ketchup on
Jonas Lamb 