There’s something wonderful about the way that poets in our state connect to and support one another. I’ve enjoyed getting to meet some of these writers already at various events throughout Washington.
I’m thrilled to announce the release of my new chapbook, In these failing times I can forget, available right now from Papeachu Press.
This book is about events I observe and experience in my rapidly growing city. The poems seek to imagine people complexly, and examine the way that we treat one another. It is my hope that they are poems of memory, longing, and witness.
America, I cannot tell your story.
No voice sings broad within to justify you.
I look for your beauty in my early memory and find only dollhouses,
broken piano keys, tea sets from another Paris.
America, I just don’t have the tools.
You wear me down with your pander, your holler and your sprint.
You run, you tweet, you talk, you shout into the wild.
You gaze into the mirror when your mirrors should be covered.
America, you are a continent of sledgehammers driving spikes through
railroad ties, of pneumatic nail guns percussing rooftops.
You are a continent that carved kitchens out of rock.
Most adolescent empire, Arouse! and see your value on this earth.
You have brothers and sisters to the north and to the south—
Brothers and sisters and more reaching out across the Pacific, the Atlantic,
across the water, across a desert.
Open your entrepreneurial hands!