Friday, July 27, 2018
My diary fifty years ago - last Friday in July, 1968. My poem The Ajax Samples was later included in my first chapbook, After I Have Voted. I would go back to U of Washington, Seattle, in September. I wrote poems during the summer, I looked for work, I did a few oil paintings. There were some rainy summer days, it was the same place I left when I went to U of Washington in the autumn.
Saturday, July 14, 2018
A Poem from my chapbook, After I Have Voted
The scheduled reader for the Distinguished Writer Series was not able to be present yesterday evening. It was the sunny last part of a beautiful day, the attending audience read extra poems for the open mike. This was one of the poems I read from my earliest chapbook, After I Have Voted:
TO HAVE YOU HEAR
two sounds at once,
walking and not walking,
I stop in the parking lot gravel.
There is a fire back of the log,
a sandy beach, behind trees big with summer.
Two big umbrella butterflies (like Haiku elephants)
flutter one by one
among the leaves, their shadows, and the air.
On the green slopes
the sprinklers turn like maypoles.
It has been summer for weeks now,
and you refuse to talk about it.
After I Have Voted was published by The Gemini Press in Seattle, 1972, in summer 1968 I wrote some of the poems when I stayed with my parents in Tacoma after my first year at University of Washington.
TO HAVE YOU HEAR
two sounds at once,
walking and not walking,
I stop in the parking lot gravel.
There is a fire back of the log,
a sandy beach, behind trees big with summer.
Two big umbrella butterflies (like Haiku elephants)
flutter one by one
among the leaves, their shadows, and the air.
On the green slopes
the sprinklers turn like maypoles.
It has been summer for weeks now,
and you refuse to talk about it.
After I Have Voted was published by The Gemini Press in Seattle, 1972, in summer 1968 I wrote some of the poems when I stayed with my parents in Tacoma after my first year at University of Washington.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Tacoma Historical Society and Tacoma Main Library
Saturday, May 5, 2018
Not Poplars, Maple Trees
The trees in the previous post are not poplars, they are maples. They are columnar maples, maples suitable for tight spaces.
Friday, May 4, 2018
Peacocks and Poplars
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Poplars? |
Along the block downhill from the park and kitty
corner across the street from the Hob Nob:
can these street trees be Poplar Trees?
Have these street trees become another aspect of Poplar Trees in this
neighborhood?
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Thoughts About Trees and Family At Wright Park
Tree Name Card |
Four Poplar Trees |
How tall
would a Lombardy Poplar Tree at Wright Park have been if my grandmother and her
sister wanted to walk from the church at 8th and “I” through the
park to take the streetcar the rest of the way downhill to Old Tacoma? The Lombardy Poplars might have been 28 years
old in 1923, if my mother or her brothers wanted to walk from the church, still at
8th and “I”, through the park to take the streetcar the rest of the
way downhill to Old Tacoma. In 1924,
when the Lombardy Poplars were 29 years old, my uncle Ray began Confirmation
Class. Confirmation Class was a one-year
experience then, compared to the two-year experience of the 1960s, when I was
confirmed at First Lutheran Church. The very
old flowering cherry tree near the bus stop may be the younger flowering cherry
tree there when I waited for the bus to ride back to the Proctor Neighborhood. We went to church, we came straight home.
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