Olympia October In Puyallup in April It’s all senseless We’re both passengers In a seasonal vehicle Each sidewalk step Kicks up loose pieces Of eroded concrete gravel Skittering down sparsely Crowded stalking streets Oly is fearless except When she’s not Vulnerability is a constant Olympia might be corroding But she’s also consumed By things exhumedContinue reading “Sinnesloschen”
Just like the city, she’s different. Not off, like the way you feel walking down certain streets downtown in the capitol city, but different. A new flavor of a coffee from Burial Grounds. A book you never saw before, In Bower’s library. Indeed, a store or spot that you never really had visited yet, evenContinue reading “Oly October”
Bad air hangs over Olympia. Be it from the lake, the waterfront, the alleys, uptown, or on the hill where law claims capitol. There lives a wraith somewhere. It manifests to infect newbloods with its promise of risk, how it renders silent the cacophonous mist that is each participant in the mysticism and illusion ofContinue reading “Miasma”
I’m feeling very in Indigo this week. Since we left, I was talking about a lovely little SL1 I picked up on Craigslist, and I’ve already put it to work in the city of Olympia! That’s right! I went and did SLAM poetry stuff! In a place that wasn’t Pierce! So that’s unironically hella exciting.Continue reading “Legendary – 4/21/18”
Some drones, photos, and poetry open microphones in Olympia, Washington on 4/19/18.