More to come…
1. The Creekside Reading, Woodinville, AUGUST 21, 2019
2. Bin41, West Seattle, August 23, 2019.
3. Columbia City Public library, Sept 8, 2019.
1. April 1, 2020. Duvall Poetry Group, Duvall Public Library:
2. April 13, 2020. Green Lake Branch Public Library 4pm Rayn Roberts featuring with Seattle Poet Kevin O’Conner. Info & Map @ The Stranger
Lyn Coffin & Thomas Brush Readings PoetsWest @ Green Lake Public Library
09/14/2019 – 4:00pm to 5:30pm Poetry
PoetsWest’s features the best at Green Lake Public Library each second Saturday of the month. Our current features are Lyn Coffin & Thomas Brush.
Lyn Coffin has published over a dozen books of poetry, including Human Trappings (1980), The Poetry of Wickedness (1981), Crystals of the Unforeseen (1999), and Joseph Brodsky was Joseph Brodsky (2012). Her books of translation include the Anthology of Georgian Poetry (2013), edited by Dodona Kiziria; and White Picture (2011), selected poems by Jiri Orten translated from the Czech. Coffin teaches literary fiction in the Continuing and Professional Education Division of the University of Washington. She is reading at the New York Poetry Festival this year then leaves for Mexico, where a bilingual book, Verde Vida (This Green Life, Pregunta Editions) will be presented at some festivals. Her book of translations will be published in the fall by Adelaide Books in New York. Website: http://www.lyncoffin.com
Thomas Brush is an award winning poet whose work is found in Books: Last Night (Lynz Press 2011) Even Money (Seapen Press, 1988), Opening Night . (Owl Creek Press, 1981) and in the Journals: Fine Madness, Indiana Review, Poetry, Poetry Northwest, Quarterly West, Tar River Poetry Review. His book “Last Night” won the Blue Lynx Poetry Prize in 2011/
COVER PHOTO by Gwyn Henry
Drag your body out of bed. Eat / enjoy breakfast.
Limit internet and social media use. Avoid addictions.
Be aware of the Web of Life, a Connection of Being, the true Web.
Meditation / Prayer helps. Clean up after yourself: dust heart; sweep mind.
Practice patience and compassion with yourself and others. Be slow to judgement or anger. Walk away when possible. It’s usually possible.
Avoid vexations. Do not engage with those who create them. Losing it hurts yourself & sometimes others. Keep an eye on the Big Picture.
Moderation: limit drugs: caffeine, alcohol, weed. Consult your Dr. if needed.
Do something! Move your body til you’re tired. How much or long is up to you.
Work if you must, rest if you can, nap if needed.
Get out. Drink sunshine. No sun? Feel the wind, rain, snow, the seasons.
Reflect. How’s the day going? Not good? Focus on the good so far; how can you improve it?
Eat / enjoy a mid-day meal.
Do something pleasant: arts, crafts, sports, poetry, pottery, music, painting, gardening, camp out, go fishing.
All social media is harmful & unnatural if it’s all the interaction you get. Touch a person with your voice, a handshake, a hug– Kiss, cuddle, snuggle. If the Wild-Thang comes up, all the better. “Man is by nature a social animal.” Make contact.
Disconnect: Turn off all gadgets for a set time each day and live without them. You can do that, you know!?
Self-defense is not often necessary, but can be a part of life. Understand when it is & isn’t. Be aware of your surroundings. Exit stage right or hide, jump out a window, confront or fight? Which will it be? Is it the best or only choice. Think on your feet. Survive in the twenty-first century.
Allow both your head & heart in everything you do, not one or the other. Question the imagination, intuition, reason of others & yourself. Despite the evil in it, faith in humanity feels and seems good. I remain skeptical. A verdict on that is not in.
Eat / enjoy an evening meal, early hours are better. Don’t go hog wild on ice cream, but do have a sweet.
Disasters, disease, accidents, crimes and wars will continue. When one happens, see the impact it has on you. If it impacts your daily life, deal with it. If not, why allow it a place in your mind & heart? Don’t overdose on “The News”. Take in what relates to you. Turn a deaf ear to malicious gossip. Leave the rest alone. If an army is coming, volcanoes erupt, earthquakes topple a city, ask, “How much does this shake me?” If a real crisis is at hand, you will know. You will hear about it. Do not allow the radio, TV or Internet to control life. Break the Advertising Media’s hold over your mind and emotions.You don’t have to live in a world fabricated for commerce and control by corporations, religions, universities, the market and government. There are side effects to following your own good judgement: the risks are experiencing better health, peace and calm. Exercise empathy. You only see me what you focus on. What is your focus today?
Sleep well. Dream. Wake up. Dream it all again.
Realize caring for others
is caring for yourself
when to help & when to
mind your own fucking business.
Cover photo by Rayn Roberts
I say with a sigh, blood is not nobility
count how oft’ the Red Queen cries
“Off with his head”, she hardly says
anything else– Power ‘tis said
Twists ladies as men turning them quite
Blood’s no guarantee nobles will lead
To better or worse shifting us either way
We favor no crown, no throne, no aristocracy
We got revolution, remember, we can still march to the sea.
The cat chases its tail, the dog whimpers in sleep,
The heart skips a beat…
It’s not a nightmare, not a movie, a TV show.
Wake when you will, but where will you be, in bed alone,
In the den, your unknowing hand holding a gun,
At your desk starting at nothing?
It doesn’t matter—Looking deeply matters:
Unless you turn it inside out, look long at what you find
The mind eludes the eye of reason.
Recall the flowers of betrayal and delusion with merciful disregard,
Struggle all your life to save this dying thing
This beaten, bloody thing called love.
For the tail is chasing the dog,
The cat is barking in sleep, the heart is cracking
Hope is a Gypsy song rising over the ash of Auschwitz
Mad men rule the world—
And if they wake from a coma of hate, will they give a vision truth?
Will they feed the poor, give up peace?
When will your heart slow to a murmur and hiss into silence?
I want to say the cat is calm, the dog is happy, humankind is wise and kind,
But the cat is gnawing the cage, the dog is humming a dirge,
The good flower columbine was never a flock of doves:
Littleton, Kosovo, Dachau, Wooded Knee, Kabul, Santa Fe, El Paso:
Large extensions of the fist we use to abuse the children—
Where next the murder of the day, massacre of the week,
Where next the World War?
The heart is failing, the heart is failing, there are no known donors.
for Sierra Golden
When the fisherman camped along the lake
an inner waterfall
spilled over him, how deep it runs
in blood and bone
the oneness of our kind
as if the heart posed the question
What then makes us different?
Not so much not even personality.
It’s extreme love and hate
the sea of emotions between the two
makes the individual unique
but the measure of humanity for him
moved more in one direction,
how much we care for others beings
no matter how they are–
It is written love your neighbor, strangers
love your enemies,
love and do as you please
but the man who inspired it later was a god–
The fisherman stopped thinking
took out the hook of doubt
sure as you or I he’d never fill that job
geared up his boat, brought home seven trout.
Lightning can’t strike the same place twice, there’s a reason
for everything that happens
God’s got a plan
you were born with a spoon and a slap
Just like everyone else
You see some things
others don’t see
some never see at all,
Seriously ugly unreasonable shit reappearing
Bad bent pennies repeating
Unruh – Whitman – the Night Stalker – Son of Sam
Adam la la Lanza
Aileen Wuornos – Cho Seung hui -The Zodiac
John Allen Muhammad, oh yeah
we fear and fancy our killers
make ’em Hollywood thrillers
they make us feel so sad so alive but we can’t
let go of our AK-15s
T’wld be UnAmerican, they’re so much fun for the kids
we put meat on the table with ’em
like the Donner Party did,
They save lives
like Charlie Manson’s family carving knives.
Buddha before enlightenment starved bony looking in the moment for a way out
the joy and pain the universal law at the center in the chaos in and around him
knowing we all wait under a spreading tree
the return of turtles setting eggs in sand
salmon roiling upriver to spawn
sea lions fleeing the orca
And human life – cirriped on the fin of a whale
ephemeral song in the ocean of space-time
Glint on a globe severed head on sand bright knife blood on a terrorist’s hand– we know not when but live for one instant, Enlightenment–
Love pales in comparison under a bodhi tree.