Poetry

Homo in Curvatus in Se

Lauren Sawyer Leave a Comment

And the eye that eyes itself is your eye And the ear that hears itself is too near… You’re getting too close to your source –Andrew Bird, “Eyeoneye” It starts with your nose: nose to knee. See your toes? Count… Continue Reading →

About Lauren Sawyer

Lauren is a graduate of The Seattle School who loves contemporary literature and poets who don’t rhyme. She often sympathizes with Dorothy Parker’s saying, “I hate writing; I love to have written.” Read more of Lauren’s written work at laurendeidra.com.

Supplication

Katelyn Jane Folmar Leave a Comment

It’s a sacred thing A filling of cupped hands The hollow warmth of her womb His unexpected kiss A blessing. Like rows of cathedral candles Waiting to be lit by pennies and prayers We wait silently, painfully, Hoping to be… Continue Reading →

About Katelyn Jane Folmar

Katelyn is a first-year MATC student with a restless heart and tiny, grounded feet. She takes pictures and writes poems to clear the sleep from her eyes.

Shudder Poems

Dori Elliott Leave a Comment

I. I was strewn across your legs fingers intently in my mouth eyes intently on the pages that you read with your consuming voice. The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry and the Big Hungry Bear. Your consuming hand enveloped… Continue Reading →

About Dori Elliott

Dori is a first-year MATC student who might be from Oregon, Bolivia or Indiana depending on the day. She hopes to explore the intersections between theatre and healing in her future work. In between Moltmann readings, Dori can be found listening to Poem Talk podcasts, wrangling other people’s children and crafting licentious baked goods.

Santa Cruz, Bolivia from Palm Springs, CA

Dori Elliott Leave a Comment

The last time I saw you was out a rounded rectangle window obscured by scratches and a steely wing. I don’t remember grief, only that I wanted to escape your Carnival colors, your concentric circle mazes, your dust and trash… Continue Reading →

About Dori Elliott

Dori is a first-year MATC student who might be from Oregon, Bolivia or Indiana depending on the day. She hopes to explore the intersections between theatre and healing in her future work. In between Moltmann readings, Dori can be found listening to Poem Talk podcasts, wrangling other people’s children and crafting licentious baked goods.

Indianapolis, IN from Seattle, WA

Dori Elliott Leave a Comment

Arms tighten around shaking arms— I shiver alone on this Bainbridge ferry. Space Needle and waterfront fade into lights against lights against the skyline: inside their melding reflections transfigured by ecstatic drizzle I remember how to become home— like that… Continue Reading →

About Dori Elliott

Dori is a first-year MATC student who might be from Oregon, Bolivia or Indiana depending on the day. She hopes to explore the intersections between theatre and healing in her future work. In between Moltmann readings, Dori can be found listening to Poem Talk podcasts, wrangling other people’s children and crafting licentious baked goods.

For Matthew Dickman & My Almost-Dead Brother, from the Elliott Bay Book Cafe

Tyler Ziebarth Leave a Comment

So then I sulked around Capitol Hill with all the other hip cats trying to look indifferent like I was no longer impressed with the world either & found a book of poems by Matthew Dickman. Man, that guy really… Continue Reading →

About Tyler Ziebarth

Tyler is a second-year MACP student who loves film, walking on treadmills, & talking about Kurt Vonnegut. Sometimes, he wishes he could speak French.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Katelyn Jane Folmar Leave a Comment

In a lonely airport somewhere—Charlotte, I believe, There is a restroom. In this restroom is a black attendant; Inside this black attendant lives a voice that sounds like coffee And feels like velvet. She only sings when no one sees.… Continue Reading →

About Katelyn Jane Folmar

Katelyn is a first-year MATC student with a restless heart and tiny, grounded feet. She takes pictures and writes poems to clear the sleep from her eyes.

Roads

Ryy Mandrell Leave a Comment

It’s weird to think these intertwining 13-feet-wide sheets of concrete connect the sheets between which we sleep. There is something about seeing every … boring … mile between that proves we’re more connected than we think. About Ryy MandrellRyy is… Continue Reading →

About Ryy Mandrell

Ryy is a human who wants to be an even better human than he already is. This human will soon be a master of all things related to theology and culture specifically global and social partnership. Much of Ryyan’s human life is lived around coffee because it continues to connect people both locally and globally via social partnerships.

Lost in Discovery Park, WA

Lauren Sawyer Leave a Comment

“The medium is the message.” —Marshall McLuhan   The whole world mimes McLuhan’s sound-bite The silence the hi-def wholeness white noise between trees About Lauren SawyerLauren is a graduate of The Seattle School who loves contemporary literature and poets who… Continue Reading →

About Lauren Sawyer

Lauren is a graduate of The Seattle School who loves contemporary literature and poets who don’t rhyme. She often sympathizes with Dorothy Parker’s saying, “I hate writing; I love to have written.” Read more of Lauren’s written work at laurendeidra.com.

I am a Cascade.

Bethany Bylsma Leave a Comment

I drove over 99-S, headed into Seattle and spent too long looking at the mountain ranges that sandwiched us. So many busy people, eager to get nowhere. How long does it take to live in this city before you pick… Continue Reading →

About Bethany Bylsma

Bethany is a 2nd-year MACP student who is working to fill her 3rd passport. She enjoys driving her car, Rodger (especially towards the mountains), strong coffee, and you can count on her for good movie recommendation. She hopes to one day own and live on a small farm.

Roots

Lauren Sawyer Leave a Comment

when he told me i looked ravishing i pinched his lips together: no the root is rape do not ravish me run me dry etymologically let’s copulate cleave. About Lauren SawyerLauren is a graduate of The Seattle School who loves… Continue Reading →

About Lauren Sawyer

Lauren is a graduate of The Seattle School who loves contemporary literature and poets who don’t rhyme. She often sympathizes with Dorothy Parker’s saying, “I hate writing; I love to have written.” Read more of Lauren’s written work at laurendeidra.com.

50 Fun Things to Do When She’s Gone:

Tyler Ziebarth Leave a Comment

1. Sleep for too long. 2. Throw sharp objects across the room—preferably at odd angles. 3. Pace in your psychiatrist’s office (he likes this). 4. Wander. 5. Always wander. 6. Drink in bars alone and give girls the Eye. 7.… Continue Reading →

About Tyler Ziebarth

Tyler is a second-year MACP student who loves film, walking on treadmills, & talking about Kurt Vonnegut. Sometimes, he wishes he could speak French.

The Water Pipe Breaks Before the Party

Matthew Smith Leave a Comment

I’ve dug out the topsoil and spade though the heavy clay so now five kinds and color of earth are piled all around— dense wet chunks, light and ashy dust, brown clumps, black rocks, spirals of creamy, caramel looking sand.… Continue Reading →

About Matthew Smith

Matthew is currently in the second year of the MACP program. He enjoys exploring the city with his wife, eating fresh bread, and moonlighting as a freelance writer. You can see his work online at www.mawordsmith.com.

One Thing I Have Learned

Matthew Smith Leave a Comment

The critic is within me. About Matthew SmithMatthew is currently in the second year of the MACP program. He enjoys exploring the city with his wife, eating fresh bread, and moonlighting as a freelance writer. You can see his work… Continue Reading →

About Matthew Smith

Matthew is currently in the second year of the MACP program. He enjoys exploring the city with his wife, eating fresh bread, and moonlighting as a freelance writer. You can see his work online at www.mawordsmith.com.

Half-Breed Monsters Step Out from Deep Unknown

Julene Pommert Leave a Comment

Sun blinds knower in blaze of “you are”: You are White, You are Native, You are much, You are small. I ….. am ….. more ….. than ….. two ….. parts, mixed from very beginning of knowing, mixed with mother’s,… Continue Reading →

About Julene Pommert

Julene is a 5th-year MACP student, wife of a wonderful White man, mother of two teenaged boys, homeschooler, Ph.D., Native-White, in the true prime of life of after 50, identical twin, and increasingly inquisitive one swimming in seas of what may be love.

I Remember…

Ashley Zimmerman Leave a Comment

A patchwork quilt am I, Woven and stitched together with different threads of culture. My eyes see through strange worlds of color, tribes, and tongues. I come from the fabric that doesn’t fit. My feet have wheels that spin and… Continue Reading →

About Ashley Zimmerman

Ashley is a 3rd-year MACP student: she has a passion for various dance forms, exploring other cultures and countries, collaborating with other artisans, music makers and food eaters. Hunter of comfy nooks in the city, you may find her treasure seeking or haggling at the local flea. Photo taker of all things unique and strange, not to mention having an unruly addiction to coffee and fine conversation.

For Thomas Before the Bar

Tyler Ziebarth Leave a Comment

even though we share the same kind of animal cells our hearts scream differently behind our ribs yours has a spanish accent i think & tonight we will go to the milk district & i’ll give you as many cigarettes… Continue Reading →

About Tyler Ziebarth

Tyler is a second-year MACP student who loves film, walking on treadmills, & talking about Kurt Vonnegut. Sometimes, he wishes he could speak French.

Greetings to All Who Have Ever Been

Julene Pommert Leave a Comment

There at my feet lies shallow water, washing pebbles of all colors with clicks and clacks. I stare at my feet, scarred by blood blisters and surgeries, blessed with age, colored with labels of meaning that wash in and out… Continue Reading →

About Julene Pommert

Julene is a 5th-year MACP student, wife of a wonderful White man, mother of two teenaged boys, homeschooler, Ph.D., Native-White, in the true prime of life of after 50, identical twin, and increasingly inquisitive one swimming in seas of what may be love.

Greatness Consumed

Julene Pommert Leave a Comment

The piano is in flames, crackling and releasing pent-up chords never before experienced as music but now, but now, rending and explosions come as surprises so welcome Bach, Mozart, Pachelbel, Handel, Schubert, Mendelssohn, and on and on, crowd closer, exclaiming… Continue Reading →

About Julene Pommert

Julene is a 5th-year MACP student, wife of a wonderful White man, mother of two teenaged boys, homeschooler, Ph.D., Native-White, in the true prime of life of after 50, identical twin, and increasingly inquisitive one swimming in seas of what may be love.

What the Poets Say

Matthew Smith Leave a Comment

I think of all the poems written today, the million blinking cursors on illuminated screens, the fingers soft atop the plastic keys. I think of the pen scratching on the page arranging permanent, symbolic stains with intention and ink. I… Continue Reading →

About Matthew Smith

Matthew is currently in the second year of the MACP program. He enjoys exploring the city with his wife, eating fresh bread, and moonlighting as a freelance writer. You can see his work online at www.mawordsmith.com.

Sea’s Sleep

Jack Galbraith Leave a Comment

The wake tumble-up through sleeper’s thin lips, spreading seafloor manacles crossed over unseen chemicals run dark by sun’s leeching, an ever-alterable tempest dream conceived. Who fights foam, grained gravelbar biting, repetitious yawn & close. Look, there the friction-speak of dawn… Continue Reading →

About Jack Galbraith

Jack is tied to MATC first-timer Ali and thinks poetry is neat. If you’d like, find more at galbraithjack.com.

Here I Am

Julene Pommert Leave a Comment

night crawls claws whispers and this heart turns to Warrior’s embrace looping arms around his neck hearing his breath, his heart, feeling his strength as he holds me. I cry glad of arms of love. About Julene PommertJulene is a… Continue Reading →

About Julene Pommert

Julene is a 5th-year MACP student, wife of a wonderful White man, mother of two teenaged boys, homeschooler, Ph.D., Native-White, in the true prime of life of after 50, identical twin, and increasingly inquisitive one swimming in seas of what may be love.

Compañera

Kara King Leave a Comment

Follow me. Hear my story. Look into my eyes and see the shadows …………….of murder, ……………………………torture, ……………………………rape. Let my words flow into your heart. …………..Will you? Can you hear the rustle of the coca under the soldier’s footsteps, …………..Do you… Continue Reading →

About Kara King

Kara is a second-year MACP student who loves long walks, traveling, playtime with her niece and nephew, and Harry Potter. She currently serves as program director for the Nuestros Pequeños Hermanos Leadership Institute in Seattle and delights in working with and learning from her students.