POETRY READING at
C&P Coffee in West Seattle
November 8th, 2023
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POEMS read at the event:
- It Was a Night of Psychedelic Canaries at Grandmother’s House
- Black Night in the Windows
- Personals
- Psylocybin Love Story
VASHON ISLAND POETRY READING:
A call for poems was made on Vashon in November 2018 inspired by an exhibit of the work of local artists(ekphrasis). Poets had about two weeks to write a poem. The poems were posted and a reading was organized at the gallery, which was quite extraordinary as the poets, the artists and audience all got to interact! It was very moving...
Poem inspired by art piece: Space Arcades
This Could Be What Heaven Looks Like at Sunset Imagine Where the Wind Goes
Feathers on wind
Whales on wing
Planes on a sky-plain
Souls flying free
Soaring high
Bird tails
tell tales
Set sail
Jets fly by
raptors wing swiftly
stealthy nighthawks
dart and swing
in aerial combat
Souls
drifting…
en
route
to
where
ever
©Laura C. Lippman November 2018
Poem Inspired by art piece: Shopping Cart
Viaduct Shadow South Dearborn between 8th and 12th
Lighters strewn under arches;
running river of plastic need
tales of hunger
fags, drugs, and violated veins,
thin tarps barely
shield the vulnerable.
Desperates in stiff clotted clothes
endure abraded skin,
use Starbucks toilets as overdose bunkers,
then slump in hallucinatory limbo.
Days of nights and nights of days
gift unexpected surprises,
black evenings abandon hope
of sunrise.
Vanquished dreams
extinguish civic charity.
Some day
the rubble of the viaduct’s
runnels of despair
will be packed
into the battery tunnel
with 5000 plastic pieces
for archeologists to ponder.
©Laura C. Lippman Nov. 2018
Inspired by art piece: Vashon Redwood
“They saw how complicated a tree was” –– Emily Berry
What kind of souls
were you––rising from
the dank dark soil?
Crooked grained
xylem and phloem:
connecting
earth to air
a mere iota
of your story
remnant mycelia
of linked strands
sing beneath the forest floor
a protective collective
hidden hyphae
and ghostly webs
invisible underfoot.
Needles balance
rain pebbles over stoma,
collect vapors
from air.
Owlets sheltered
under your crown.
Mother Tree
your legacy is life.
©Laura C. Lippman Nov. 2018