Publications notices & news from Rayn Roberts

Hello Poets & Poetry Lovers,

I thought I’d share something that makes most poets happy. Several of my poems were accepted for publication recently, “Clear Water” & “After the Pulse Murders 2016” will appear in Seattle’s Raven Chronicles Anthology, “Take a Stand: Art Against Hate” out this fall. The Seattle Star published two poems adding to several already there. “Last Oracle Over the Sea” will appear in the CAPS / Calling All Poets Series Anthologyout of New Paltz , New York & “Eagle Bowl” was accepted by the Seattle journal “Chrysanthemum” edited by Koon Woon.  Washington State Poet Laureate, Claudia Castro Lunatook “The Bubble of Seattle” for her Poetry Grid. I’m honored to be included in that.  It’s @

http//:washingtonpoeticroutes.com 

I hope enjoy some of them. Keep in touch as the year progresses.

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 Green Lake Public Library Readings

You are invited to the PoetsWest Green Lake Public Library for the monthly reading: 4-5:30 pm the every second Saturday 
David Post is the host for the reading. 

Always an Open Mic

 

2020

Sat Jan 11, 2020—Filled—Lyn Coffin—Griffith Williams—

Sat Feb 08, 2020—Filled—Rajaa Gharbi—Bruce Taylor

Sat Mar 14, 2020—Filled—Oliver Amatist—Robinson Bolkum

Sat Apr 11, 2020—Filled—Rayn Roberts—Kevin O’Conner

Sat May 09, 2020— Filled—Michael Dylan Welch— Jayne Marek

Sat Jun 13, 2020—Filled—Michael Magee-Bill Mclaughlin

Sat Jul 11, 2020—Filled—Oliver Amatist—Bethany Reid

Sat Aug 08, 2020—Filled—Sally Hedges-Blanquez—Cathy Ross

Sat Sep 12, 2020—Filled—David Horowitz—J. Glenn Evans

Sat Oct 10, 2020—Filled—Cat Kigerl—Gerry McFarland—

Sat Nov 14, 2020—Filled—Francine Walls—Sharon Cumberland

Sat Dec 12, 2020—Filled—Robinson Bolkum—Susan Landgraf

 

2021

Sat Jan 09, 2021– 1 Left — Mike Dillon

Sat Feb 13, 2021 — 2 Left 

Sat Mar 13, 2021 Filled — Francine Walls — Jayne Marek

Sat Apr 10, 2021–Filled PONGO Reading

 

 

Past Readings

2019

 

Sat Jan 12, 2019—Chris Buckley—Lola Peters

Sat Feb 09, 2019—Library Closed: Snow Storm

Sat Mar 09, 2019—Tara Hardy—Mike Hickey– Kendra Steel

Sat Apr 13, 2019—Cathy Ross—Chad Sokolovsky

Sat May 11, 2019—Melanie Reed— Benjamin Schmitt

Sat Jun 08, 2019—David Post—Terry Busch

Sat Jul 13, 2019—- ALL OPEN  MIC!!

Sat Sep 14, 2019—Lyn Coffin & Tom Brush

Sat Oct 2019 12th — David Horowitz &  Francine Wall

Sat Nov 9, 2019 — All PONGO Poetry (At Risk Youth & Allies)

Sat Dec 14, 2019  —  Bill Carty —  Michael Magee

 

2018

 

March 10, 2018—Sierra Golden—Shankar Narayan

Sat April 14— Griffith Williams— Francine Walls.

Sat May 12, 2018—David Horowitz—Jayne Marek

Sat Jun 09, 2018—Cat Kigerl—Bruce Taylor

Sat Jul 14, 2018—Colin Corpe—Glenna Cook

Sat Aug 11, 2018—Kilam Tel Aviv—Art Gomez

Sat Sep 08, 2018—Cheryl Latif—Mary Crane

Sat Oct 13, 2018—Claudia Castro Luna, WA. State Poet Laureate

Sat Nov 10, 2018— Steph Ann Best— Sibyl James

Sat Dec 08, 2018—Clem Starck    (Happy Holidays!)

 

Greyscale

Rayn Roberts

Nocturne

September rain fresh linen
a blanket lain last hours
of summer spilling out
off the roof gutters
autumn takes a breath
before winter ice and cold
take the hills rip colors
from the trees red g/old
apples barley corn
birds soar into the wind
remind me we all die
regardless how much we
lean into or oppose it — I am
alone. not without fire
or love, long before the snow

 

Rayn Roberts

Gun Violence & Other Madness

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.

 

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Parable

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.

 

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If You Believe Everything You’re Told

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

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 our AK-15s

Would be UnAmerican, they’re so much fun for the kids

especially boys,

we put meat on the table with ’em

like the Donner Party did,

They save lives

like Charlie Manson’s  family carving knives.

 

 

 

 

Greyscale
I live in the Eye of a Hurricane.

 

 

The Tree

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

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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.     

 

 

The-Tree-of-Life   

Everything I Own, a Dystopian Dream

My slut-desire for a bankroll of love, movie line wait for true romance
Hourglass heart running out of sand, twittered intention to end hunger,
My cell phone ringing mass murder, Buddha-delusion to heal the mind
Prophetic wisdom on a fool’s errand, tabloid wish to be some super hero
Dildo desire to fuck Mr. Trump, glittering cities on buffalo bones, soul
On the altar of power and beauty, Alt-Right nose up the low racist ass
Anarchist answers to old questions, disaster aid on misanthrope Visas

Our house of cards with the usury windows, big wheels claim to Jesus
Monitor heads blinking with cancer, a Starbucks cup full of dead poems
Sex Pistols fist on a Mozart cock, pornographic priest with his boy stars
Pig hooves on the backs of the poor, bump car pillows, insomniac beds
Kids in mind numbing debt– but is there hope for us? Toxic rainbows
With peak-oil pots, the Religious Right making ISIS tanks and bombs
Saintly ideals with demonic halos, yes, we are great, the new Babylon.

 

The poem above first appeared on Poetry Super Highway: http://poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/2018/02/poetry-brittany-shea-rayn-roberts/