The tree house he built, the smell of a grass fire’s smoke and vanilla, and camping. It’s Father’s Day in this poem about memories.
Awaiting Arrival
From the preserved lemons and sesame crackers to the Walla Walla sweet onions, this poem about neighborliness inspires us to hospitality through food.
Drought on the Open Road
Drought on the Open Road Once the herd was so thirsty they ate the burn right off the interstate shoulder, two bites from asphalt and cars flying 75 miles to nowhere. Heat paralyzed cows never look up. —Marcus Goodyear, from Barbies at Communion T. S. Poetry Press, 2010
The Poetry of Money 2
The Poetry of Money 2 for Rachel Marks The tail of the peacock male shimmers with metallic coins, the eyes of money winking beauty’s price. What is a poem worth? Just this feathery spread melting change into cool rain. —Marcus Goodyear, from Barbies at Communion T. S. Poetry Press, 2010 Want the whole 30 […]
Today by the Creek I Pretend I’m the Dalai Lama
Today by the Creek I Pretend I’m the Dalai Lama Today by the creek I pretend I’m the Dalai Lama. I don’t know enough to get it wrong. The robes saffron, golden. The smile, serene. The walk feline, Persian, with a hint of bobcat. My breath comes from the belly, sanctifies plants that sway on […]
North on the Illahee Ferry
North on the Illahee Ferry So there you are, where you wanted to be. I can imagine the Seattle city pier falling away behind you. Herring gulls wheel along their wires, reflections shattering in the ferry wake. You lean out over the swell, caught by blue distance, and when the cold finds its way onto […]
Aubade
“I still want you / though it hasn’t rained in forever,” says this aubade poem, which also features a glimpse of the sea.
Prayer for the Pompadour Looking up from My Plate
Prayer for the Pompadour Looking up from My Plate God, I feel bad. He died for me and I could only eat half of him. —Marcus Goodyear, from Barbies at Communion T. S. Poetry Press, 2010 Want the whole 30 poems, 30 prompts series in one convenient place? You can get that in Earth […]
Back
Using the image of a tree at its center, “Back” places the poet’s life in relation to part of our world. Not just any tree poem, this one creates an interplay between nature and memory and personal directions.
The earth’s economy
“Just when I thought the day had nothing left to give,” says the poet. And then the earth’s economy gives, beginning with an impossibly cool and beautiful garden cucumber.
After Reading About the Iceberg Waterfalls
A poem about the disappearance of Arctic Summer Ice, “After Reading About the Iceberg Waterfalls” connects time to someone we love.
Find
Find a single
tree, find
the moon…
