Washington Strong

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I have been sheltering in place with my family for two weeks now. We have established a routine at home that involves school work/work for the adults, gardening time, cleaning, cooking, reading, listening to music. Things I know we are all doing in solidarity with each other.

This morning I got up to upload the poems that came in for “Poems to Lean On.” To read through the poems and respond to those who sent them has become something I very much look forward to. Each  poem I upload touches exactly a part of where I find myself emotionally, mentally, physically.

I find these poems deeply comforting, more so because the senders are all folks in Washington State. This is us. This is what we are living through in our Evergreen State, in our Columbia-River State, in our Palouse State, in our Puget Sound State, in our Olympic Peninsula State, in the Yakama, Colville, Cowlitz nations, in all the tribal territories across Washington territory.

Bob Zaslow, whose poem I posted today, sent this note along:
“This virus has allowed me to step back and see the world, not as 190+ countries, but one whole. And this poem sprung from my desire to suggest that it may take time to feel that wholeness for ourselves, but we will.”
It will take time, but we will recover and feel whole again. We are strong.

 

 

Poems to Lean On

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This past week as the news and facts from the Corona Virus accrued, I have found myself restless, at moments rudderless given the uncertainty and lack of clarity all around. My children’s schools are closing for safety and courses at local universities are being taught remotely. Events, literary and otherwise, are being canceled around me and I myself have decided to cancel my own events. Whatever readings, travels, meetings were entered into my calendar have dropped off, swatted by the virus’s relentless advance.

The social separation necessary to spread contagion can also bring a destabilizing effect. I am thinking here of the big things: economic, social and political implications. But small things , things the length of our arm, things inside us, will also suffer from this isolation.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I realized that I must not be the only person feeling confused, isolated, worried, in these uncertain times. I realized that turning to the wisdom of others in times of uncertainty can be helpful and offer solace.

In this spirit I thought of “Poems to Lean On” a space where we can share with each other poems to offer fortitude, hope, resilience, humor.

The idea is to share a link to a poem and in two or three lines convey what about this particular poem resonates with you, tell how it moves you.

It is at liminal times is when we most lean on poetry: weddings, births, inaugurations, graduations, funerals. Times of transitions, times of change, times thick with emotion. This is such a time. Please send your chosen poem with a link (unless it is your own poem you would like to share) and your two to three line explanation to poet@humanities.org. I will post them in the WA Poet Laureate website under the tab, Poems to Lean On.

Thank you for sharing of yourself with the rest of us.

Claudia

[ I took the photograph this spring when I visited the Noah Purifoy Outdoor Desert Art Museum near Joshua Tree, CA)

 

On the Horizon

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For the third year in a row this January I will have the honor to present a poem on the Senate’s first day of the Legislative Session. It is a solemn occasion and a memorable one. To be in Olympia in the grand Capitol building with all members of the Senate present, to witness the Presentation of Colors and to watch our Lieutenant Governor open the Session for the year at hand, to watch our democracy in action is something to cherish.

This year marks my third carrying out this honor because Governor Inslee extended my my term as Washington State’s Poet Laureate to January 2021. I accepted the extension with humility, respect and joy. I am well aware of the tremendous commitment the position requires and was overcome with gratitude that our Governor valued my work to entrust me with another year. 

On the horizon are four months of exciting travel as I finish the four stops remaining in my State-wide project, One River, Many Voices. In January the poet Maureen McQueery will join me in the Trick-Cities where among readings and workshops I will also attend the Poetry Out-Loud Competition at the Kennewick Library on Thursday January 23rd. In February I will visit several cities in Clark County including Washougal, Camas, Ridgefield and Vancouver. Clark County’s Poet Laureate, Gwendolyn Morgan and Oregon’s State Poet Laureate Kim Stafford, will join me for a reading at the Vancouver Library on February 22nd. In March I will be in White Salmon and at the Maryhill Museum, and in April I will visit Wahkiakum County to meet the Columbia River as it heads into the Pacific Ocean.

At each of these stops I will read with local poets, visit classrooms and read from the book-length poem, One River, a Thousand Voices, which I was able to print thanks to a Kickstarter Campaign to which many of you donated. Thank you again and again for your support. I hope to soon distribute the book to all library districts across the state.

I look forward to meeting for the first time and encountering anew many of you at each of these stops, and to another year of singing back to the world what the world signs to us each day.

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“Aslan’s Song” –Ethereal Art by Katey Elise

 

 

 

Happy New Year 2020!

I write from Whidbey Island watching mature cedars and hemlocks stand their ground against the forceful wind that shut power earlier in the day, marveling at the slate cloud cover pregnant with rain sweeping over our heads. In an hour or so there will be no more natural light. The big dark, the quiet days of January are upon us.

I think about the year gone by and swell with gratitude. I feel grateful for the myriad writing communities that thrive across the state, for all the people who year round organize and maintain poetry readings and open mics, for booksellers, for those who publish our poems in journals, newsletters, online magazines and books. In particular I feel gratitude toward teachers and librarians who are on the ground everyday sharing their love of letters and igniting other’s imaginations with their enthusiasm for learning and books.

Fondly I am revisiting the various literary and poetry festivals I attended this year: Inland Poetry Prowl in Ellensburg in early April, Get Lit! Festival in Spokane in late April, Cascadia Poetry Festival in Anacortes in May, Chuckanut Writers Conference in Bellingham in June, Centrum in Port Townsend in July, Poets in the Park in Redmond in late July, LitFuse in Tieton in September, Seattle’s Lit Crawl in October. What a list! And to think that these are not all of the literary happenings in the State.

Here I share a few of the titles I have picked up along my travels.

With the pitter-patter of rain against my window I send best wishes for a healthy New Year full of poetry and literary discovery!!

 

Morgan Dickey
Gwendolyn Morgan and Ruth Dickey
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Heidi Seaborn and Tyrone Ross Thompson
Linda Brown
Linda Brown and Glenna Cook
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Dennis Held and Ellen Welcker

 

 

 

River, Poetry and Libraries

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Last week I concluded the fourth stop along the Columbia River for my project, One River, Many voices. I visited Mattawa middle and high schools and led a workshop at the library located in the Cultural Center of the Yakama Nation in Toppenish. Two weeks prior I had been in Wenatchee where I held several events at Wenatchee Valley College, and at the wonderful CAFE (Community for the Advancement of Family Education) While in the area I was also part of a wonderful reading alongside Derek Sheffield at the Leavenworth Public Library organized with the bookstore, A Book for All Seasons.

In Kettle Falls, my first stop, much of my work revolved around the Kettle Falls library. Thanks to the head librarian I held a wonderful Friday evening reading with Lynn Rigney Schott. On Saturday I co-led a spirited workshop. Later I learned that some of the participants had driven up to two hours to attend. Libraries have been central to all the work I’ve done as laureate. 

Come to think of it, libraries and the Columbia are both sites of confluences. The Columbia is mighty in part because it absorbs many waters, gentle and truculent, the length of its entire course as it seeks release into ocean. I’ve said many times that libraries are much more than places where books are borrowed. They are community hubs through which many currents run: knowledge, ideas, neighborhood news, homework centers, places of quite respite. In some towns I’ve visited the library bulletin board is the place to learn of upcoming events and learn of relevant news.

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https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/svc/one-river-a-thousand-voices

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Poets United

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This photograph was taken on September 21st in Olympia where thanks to the wonderful effort of the Olympia Poetry Network all five of us who have served/are serving as Washington State Poet Laureate were gathered. It was the first time all of us  had come together in this fashion, and oh, how wonderful and special it was.

We began the event with a round table. The writer and poet, Patrick Dixon had prepared a series of questions for us to share insights gleaned on the job as well as memorable experiences we’ve had on the road. It was fun to hear echoes of my own encounters in the other’s telling, and heartening to hear how, even though we are all different individuals, our work as Laureates has been rooted in service and love of poetry.

The second part of the event was a reading, and what a reading it was. The poems were masterfully delivered, pitch, tone, content in concert. Each poem read with honesty and vulnerability, breath and word in unison, leaving traces long after the reader stepped down from the podium. I am still thinking about the poems I heard that evening.

What an honor to be one of the five, to be in attendance, indeed to have spent the day in Olympia, with other poets and poetry lovers some of whom travelled from well outside the area to attend.

Thank you St. Martin’s University for hosting us. Thank you Olympia Poetry Network for bringing us together. Thank you Sam Greene, Kathleen Flenniken, Elizabeth Austen and Tod Marshall for your words, wisdom and service.

To see more photographs visit Olympia Poetry Network’s website: https://www.olympiapoetrynetwork.org/laureatefest.html

River Dreaming

 

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In many schools across the State children are gearing up this week to begin a new school year. I can imagine librarians closing down summer reading programs and setting up homework help centers, sprucing up teen reading corners, all to help ease children and youth into the 2019-2020 school year.

All summer long I have anticipated the first of September because it is this month when I launch my project, One River, Many Voices. I have been busy connecting with librarians, teachers, poets, community leaders in Kettle Falls, the Confederated Tribes of the Colville Reservation, Brewster, the Tri-Cities, Mattawa, White Salmon and other places along the river where I will stop to share poetry and stories and practice community through the power of words.

Late August I had the opportunity to travel along the Columbia River Gorge to visit some of these locations in preparation for what it is to come. I look forward to sharing news of this months-long project.

For now sending my very best to our children, youth, their parents, teachers, librarians, all who support our young people across the state as they embark on a new learning adventure.

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The Big River viewed from the Maryhill Art Museum in  Goldendale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Snoqualmie Spring

Two weeks ago on a fine spring morning I found myself hiking with tender fern leaf at my heels and a richly yellow green canopy overhead in Snoqualmie’s  Iron Horse State Park. The hike was the third Hike and Write organized by the Black Dog Arts Coalition,  Anthea Karanasos, who organized this particular event told us that the original hike was the brainchild of former WA State Poet Laureate Elizabeth Austen.

The plan was for me to lead the expedition through a series of writing exercises as we paused for hiking breaks. In preparing for this ambulant lesson I thought of trees, all the things they grant us every day, their regal postures, the superb tonalities of their foliage and above all the ways in which they express silence. I titled the walk: Writing Stillness. I thought the forest’s abundant vendor and tree varieties could teach us something on this topic. With regards to form, I thought haiku would be ideal because its brevity lends itself to quick imagistic note taking. I figured by day’s end we would all end up with a few haiku that we could either string together to weave into a larger poem or leave on their own as morsel sized testimonies of our morning together.

Thinking deeper on haiku as the morning’s choice led me to Basho and his use of the Haibun to record his travels through Japan. I amended my plan so that our morning’s writing would also include writing a haibun.

At the end of the hike we sat on a shady spot at the trail’s head and shared our poems. It was lovely to hear the haikus and to hear in the haibun impressions of our hike, which included taking the wrong turn at the outset, sharing the trail with mountain bikers, discovering giant slugs and coming across a country mouse so absorbed on gorging himself on dandelion seeds that it failed to notice us until one of us almost stepped on it. Collected, the haibun worked as a prism, offering different lenses through which to re-experience our shared time. 

Thank you again Anthea for organizing a lovely morning for us all.

 

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New day on the way up, no signs, few people, groves of fragrant fir and cedar. Mountain bluebirds, thrush, and warblers sang to the shrouded sun. Our small group rambled, lost our way. Happy calamity. All around, tender ferns sprang up, blackberry’s spanking-new thorns armored thick purple vines, and the wind crooned a tender liturgy through the treetops. Wild strawberrys’ small white buds still closed tight waited underfoot in the hush and crunch of gravel for pine sweet air to warm them. In a small clearing lush with plantain and wild greens, we came upon a soft brown mouse shielding a heap of dandelion seeds. Utterly vulnerable, the mouse watched us gather round. Small black eyes burned. Fierce in stillness: “I am not leaving.”

Hiking through cedars,

a wrong turn and revelation.

Brave mouse guarding seeds.

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Warm welcoming song of the birds blind the abruptness of artificial signage “KEEP OUT” and “NO TRESPASSING.” The sound of trees slushing in the wind remind me, they too, are part of the symphony. With each careful step, the ripping sounds of gravel and the wisps of the green grass become a distinct duality. Air as crisp as an apple, I can almost bite it. Not similar to any hike I’ve ever had, but my head-space enjoyswandering through the poetic forest for the first time.

Sticks, stones, and leaves, the

sweat of the forest I breathe

and some stinky bobs”

Jake Rodriguez

 

Traffic, winding road, crowded parking, dismay. Organize calm, find folk, Nature slowly envelops. How many colors of green can the eye discern? A riot of silence. They’re all here, a different world, so available with some effort. Cloud cover cools, sunlight and exertion warm as do conversation and camaraderie.

easy. find silence.
it slips in. and out. 
so unfamiliar.
Janet McIntosh
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Pocket Poems

As was the case last year, I teamed up with the Seattle School of Visual Concepts and their fabulous letterpress director Jenny Wilkson to produce thousands of pocket-sized poems that will be distributed today across Washington through independent book sellers in celebration of National Poetry Month.

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Here is the list of bookstores in case you would like to go and nab one of these beautiful mini broadsides.

A Book For All Seasons
Leavenworth
A Good Book Cafe
Sumner
…and Books, too!
Clarkston
Auntie’s Bookstore 
Spokane
Book & Game Company
Walla Walla
Shakespeare and Company
Chehalis
Browsers Bookshop
Olympia
Darvill’s Bookstore
Orcas Island
Eagle Harbor Bk Co.
Bainbridge Island
Elliott Bay Book Co
Seattle
Griffin Bay Bookstore
San Juan Island
Inklings Bookshop
Yakima
King’s Books
Tacoma
Liberty Bay Books
Poulsbo
Lopez Island Bookstore
Lopez Island
Neverending Bookshop
Bothell
Open Books

Seattle

Pearl Street Books & Gifts
Ellensburg
Port Book and News
Port Angeles
Third Place Books
Seattle

Time Enough Books

Ilwaco

Trail’s End Bookstore
Winthrop
Vashon Bookshop
Vashon Island
Village Books & Paper Dreams
Bellingham
Vintage Books
Vancouver
Watermark Book Co.
Anacortes
Writers’ Workshoppe & Imprint Books
Port Townsend

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time of Light

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Light. This is what has returned to us in WA state in recent weeks. Spring inching forward, trees changing before our eyes, the ground breaking to release new colors. I have been criss crossing the state holding poetry readings and writing with others sometimes in small groups, sometimes in larger gatherings. What I take away from each encounter is light. That is what poetry is in the end. Little moments of light. Even when the subject matter is difficult, when the diction harsh, when line breaks break hard and unexpectedly, it all comes from the pool of light inside each of us.

This post gives a partial snap shot of my travels since the start of the year and it ends with a link to my state wide project released a few days ago in time for National Poetry Month.

In January I read at the opening day of the Senate in Olympia. It was a crisp winter day. Beautiful. I received a second invitation to return in February and by then snow had arrived over Puget Sound and alas I could not make the second trip.

My next trip was to Port Angeles – Kate Reavey at Peninsula College made my visit possible.  I loved rolling along the long ribbons of two way roads flanked by evergreens  that go up and down, on and on, in Kitsap county as I made my way north toward Jefferson County. Next I visited  Tacoma to serve as a  judge for the regional competition of Poetry OutLoud. What an honor Poetry Outloud.JPGthat was! The students – all of them high school age – delivered poems that made me tear up, laugh, rejoice in the verve and delivery of the poems they chose.

On the first of April in a most fitting turn for National Poetry Month I visited Bellevue Children’s Academy in the morning and in the afternoon Puget Sound University in Tacoma. I read with the wonderful Glenna Cook who read masterfully from her book Thesholds, which was a 2018 WA State Book Award finalist in the Poetry Division.

In March I drove down from Seattle to the Lower Columbia Valley College in Longview where I held a workshop and held a reading at the public Library. From there I crossed the state to visit Pend Oreille County where  thanks to Joyce Weir and the folks at Create in Newport, who organized my time there I did readings in Cusk, Newport, Metaline Falls and Deer Park (technically Spokane County). The librarian at Metaline Falls, Kathleen Huffman, had prepared a lovely table for us to have fellowship after the reading. It is from this feast that the photo at the top of this post is taken.

Poem exchange Bellevue.JPGI write these lines from Spokane where I am to take part in the fantastic week long Get Lit!  festival. Before arriving here I spent time in Ellensburg for the spectacular three day event called Inland Poetry Prowl. I visited Olympia and South Puget Sound College then travelled south to Vancouver for a wonderful reading with Christopher and Toni Luna and community poets at the Vancouver Public Library. Redmond, Seattle, Bellevue came next. In Bellevue I led a workshop at the public library where two girls loved the poems they wrote so much they decided to write an extra copy so that they could walk away with each other’s poems! Walking home with light in their pockets.

Here is a link to Washington Poetic Routes – Please tell others about it or submit a poem yourself. There are 26 poems on this map now, when I finish my term I want the map to have dozens and dozens more.