Blatherskite

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I am a Children’s Librarian living in the Portland, Oregon area. When I am not Children’s Librianing I like to play with cameras and film. I also like playing the ukulele, knitting, sketching, and hiking.

Category: Poetry

  • Winter Storm

    Winter Storm

    The waves are breaking. The tumultuous sea Stirs up primordial creatures From deep below. They frighten me But I dive deeper. I swim to the bottom To the ocean floor Where I find buried Deep in the sand A jewel.   *This poem is based on a dream I had a couple of years ago.

  • Christ, Mohamed, Buddha.

    Christ is the one who saved me From myself But not from his followers. Mohamed came to me once In a Denny’s late at night And made me question The existence of Christ. Buddha arrived During the time of grieving And invited me in With a gentle voice That told me to Sit down Shut…

  • First ride

    First ride

    Riding A bicycle For the first Time on a Rocky, Oil-stained Street In Solitude, I put my feet On the Pedals And My body knew What to Do Instinctively. My legs Pushed the Pedals one at A time. Down and up and up and down. Before I knew it I was riding down the rocky…

  • The Sound of Summer Fireworks Under the Overpass*

    The Sound of Summer Fireworks Under the Overpass*

    Under the overpass I lay here only just breathing In the dark The sound of the nearby creek Tickles my ear and I want to crawl toward the sound to the Cool water But all of my bones are broken. “This will be my Last Summer” I think As I lay dying And then I…

  • This is a poem to my Grandpa Ed (Wayback Wednesday)

    This is a poem to my Grandpa Ed Who smiles at me from these faded pictures. Who holds my grandmother happily among the corns stalks. Who stands, posing in front of his truck, With his children, with his brothers and sisters. This is a poem to my Grandpa Ed Who tells the story of the…