Archive for March 2012

Washington State Poet Laureate Kathleen Flenniken selects Hurricane Katrina poem   Leave a comment

I am honored that Kathleen selected this poem which came to life at Hedgebrook. My heart broke when I wrote it and continues to break each time I read it. I feel that I was shown a world and that this really did happen. I know, by the pain in my throat that it did.

In honor of the untold stories, the lives lost and the bigotry faced –those who were gunned down on bridges like bull’s-eyes at an arcade. Thank you Kathleen.

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Posted March 20, 2012 by Jourdan Keith in Uncategorized

haibun journey continuing east in autumn   Leave a comment

“Court and Spark,” the landscape begins to dance, “we love our lovin’/but not like we love our freedom.” The river pushes into the canal, stones stacked along the bank to make walls. A dilapidated building, the wooden slats gaping and grayed, the sign undecipherable.

The signs read Hiawatha crossing…Shoshone something…the houses creeping and tucked into the hillside. More signs. Panhandling. Gold mine tours from the small shack on the westbound side. A brown National Park style sign reads, “Sunshine Miners Memorial” across the highway. America’s shanty town’s still lumber.

Trailer parks and pile

of earth and rubble

heaving graves

950 people in historic Wallace, the Shoshone County Court House, the white halls visible from the highway, 195 miles to Missoula.

After singing we enter Mountain Time crossing the line into Montana, passing Lookout Pass at EXIT 0, a moment later Lolo National Forest

My lungs leap sighing

into memory–

crows feast on a scattered carcass

Posted March 19, 2012 by Jourdan Keith in Uncategorized

Human Estuaries: TEDx TALK at Benaraoya Hall in Seattle   Leave a comment

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRSAF2h3GtE&feature=player_embedded

If you knew you were a body of water, would you protect yourself? Our language creates the illusion that we are separate from the rest of the natural world.

Posted March 19, 2012 by Jourdan Keith in Uncategorized

Haibun Journey ( excerpts from the past)   Leave a comment

Along I-90 headed east Coeur d’Alaine Lake the mist rises and hovers like a spirit ethereal  my stomach rumbles and explodes from lasts night’s America, Burger King onion rings and a BK Fish. The bushes and shrubs are robed sentinels, frost clothing each bare limb.

Entering Idaho Panhandle National Forest, the evergreens are thick, we remark that driving across the U.S. should be mandatory.

Climbing 4th of July

pass the pressure changes–

pale erect cones glisten

Posted March 19, 2012 by Jourdan Keith in Uncategorized