Bow Hill Road (a poem)

A familiar sight driving north on I-5 towards Bellingham and the Canadian border is the exit sign for Bow Hill Road… It’s been years since I last saw you Bow Hill Road every day another mile between us I remember an old photograph the blurry freeway sign as we drove on by in the rain [...]

Urban pillow fort (a poem)

The January 6th prompt in The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to ‘[w]rite a poem that begins with the image of a stone, then add at least five of these words to it: kamikaze, landslide, spill, bridge, vaccine, read, red, hollow, mismatch, tilt, freeway, pillow, harmonica, fairy shrimp.’ (I skipped the ‘extra credit’ part, [...]