Poetry — April 16, 2014 12:11 — 0 Comments

Thinking About AWP 2014 in Seattle – Scott T. Starbuck

As poets and story tellers met, sea stars melted unexplainably
along the waterfront from Sitka, Alaska to San Diego.

As presenters spoke, polar bear cubs drowned from having to swim
too far to keep up with their mothers due to global warming.

As the Washington State Convention Center & Sheraton Hotel filled
each morning and emptied each night in a tide of aspiring writers,

Fukushima had its worst spill of radiation in six months,
and California experienced its worst drought since the 1500s.

Professors, directors, and students of the AWP tribe taught
and learned as those before had thousands of years

and hopefully would for thousands more
like a kid with a stick on the Olympic Peninsula,

a writer in his youth, running in circles and
delightedly carving tidal sand for onlookers to enjoy

before the next set of waves erased everything.


A 2013 Artsmith Fellow on Orcas Island, Scott T. Starbuck feels destruction of Earth's ecosystems is closely related to spiritual illness and widespread urban destruction of human consciousness.  He says The National Poetry Series accepting support from Exxon is like God asking Satan if he can spare some change for the cause. Starbuck's newest chapbook The Other History, or unreported and underreported issues, scenes, and events of the 19th, 20th, and 21 centuries  was published by FutureCycle Press in 2013, and he recently guest blogged about eco-poetry at South 85 Literary Journal Blog and poet Miriam Sagan's blog Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond  Starbuck blogs about environmental issues, fishing, and poetry in the Pacific Northwest at riverseek.blogspot.com

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney