At Least One Kidney

a token
or two
scavenged from
the wild

gone feral

two hours
pacing dark
tide creeping
beach bisected
by creeks
ribbons of
black ice

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Poems in Place event

poemsinplace_juneau2015Hey folks, I’m co-hosting a poetry event next Tuesday to help drum up interest during this year’s call for submissions. Checkout out the Poems in Place Project and I hope you’ll join Emily and I for a night of poetry.

Poems in Place
February 24, 2015 – 06:30
A Conversation Between Alaskan Landscapes and Poetry hosted by Emily Wall and Jonas Lamb. Readers and writers of poetry! Please come to the library to help us discover nominees for this year’s Poems in Place project. The Poems in Place project places poems by Alaskan writers in outdoors in two of Alaska’s State parks each year. To begin, Emily Wall will present images and background about this year’s two Alaskan State Parks: Caines Head State Recreation Area and Fort Abercrombie State Historic Park. Then Jonas and Emily will guide participants through a structured poetic response exploring the relationship between place and poem. Participants will have an opportunity to read these or other poems. You’re welcome to bring your books to share.

Jimmy Riordan: Juneau Salon 12/12

I’m excited to announce another unique opportunity for the Juneau writing/arts community. A mutual friend Jeremy Pataky (who has a wonderful new poetry collection, Overwinter out on UA Press ) sent Jimmy Riordan my way and I’m so glad he did. If you: follow my blog, are in Juneau, and are interested in attending, leave a comment and I’ll get you the details.

Jimmy Riordan presents Le Roman du Lievre (The Romance of the Rabbit)
Friday December 12th 7pm @ contact me for location

In 2008 Jimmy Riordan translated the French poet Francis Jammes’ turn of the century novel Le Roman du Lièvre. At the time Jimmy did not know French. This summer, after 5 years working around the text through a series of collaborative projects he has printed his translation. On Friday 12/12 Riordan will be reading from Le Roman du Lièvre. He will discuss the letterpress printing of the book and recount his history with the text, which he is currently exploring through the creation of a multi-volume graphic novel/comic. The reading will conclude with ceremonial melting of lead monotype used in the printing process.

Introduction to Le Roman du Lievre in under 3 minutes

Read Chapter 1 of Held Up:

Riordan is an Alaskan born multidisciplinary artist and educator. Though technically trained in book-arts and printmaking, his practice is not bound by any specific media. Dealing in both images and experience, his work often involves collaboration, asking the audience and other artists for their participation. Community and location play a large role in Riordan’s choice of form and development of content.

He is the founder of Rabbit Rabbit Press, an imprint that publishes artist books and comics, co-director of the Girdwood Summer Arts Camp and the editor of SOWSEAR, a quarterly collection of Alaskan made comics. Riordan regularly teaches for the University of Alaska and participate in artist residencies in schools throughout the state. His artwork has been shown internationally and the bookwork comprising the Le Roman du Lièvre project can be found in the library collections of the New York MOMA and the Tate Britain.

Veining and Rooting

Just back from an abridged version of the Wrangell Mountain Center’s Poetry Workshop with Dan-Beachy Quick.  Having left my workshop notebook along with a few pieces of my manic, in-the-word-world brain, I’m still trying to process the amazing time had in that off-the-chart place, McCarthy, and eagerly awaiting the arrival of my notebook in the mail this week.  Until then, I’ll have a dispatch from the workshop over at the 49 Writer’s Blog tomorrow and for now here’s a raw first take at one piece that came out of the week.


strangeness requires attention
kept surpressed it will become systemic
force or work or work of force
pressing, weighing its presence with pressure,
posturing and
errupting eventually
taking form at surfaces
eyes, skin, earth

a peripheral wash of white spots
flashbulbs unilluminating
even as they intend to bring
into light that which
is more comfortable in dark

strangeness now systemic
blood-coursed through body, through earth
veining and rooting through dark
gathering strength
rising bloom, rash of pox

florettes growing feverish
blighting entire limbs
all that is green going copper
burning without fire or fall
bodies alive but branded

eyes of the unstrange
look closer
wonder at those of us
with rash, with rust
‘could this have been prevented?’

it begins as a theory
passed, whispered
within licked glue sealed paperfolds
is the strangeness so endemic
to take measures of this kind?
unkind, far from kind

our own kind
but rashing, rusting
driven toward a manic form
of measurement
of ‘circumference, song, love’
only to blur the edges

seeing and unseeing
trapping and letting go
what new damages might this
write on their hearts?

theories untheoried
let’s bleed it out
do we begin with the trees,
which is worse
the rust
or the rash?

Pecha Kucha?

Hadn’t heard of this presentation style featuring 20 images for 20 seconds each in a slide show format.  Was checking some out and thinking about making one myself and this one featuring TEXTURE just struck me as wabi sabi to the core.  Simple, found beauty, object speaking for itself, white background.  Could work even without the audio commentary.  Dig…




Back in Portland after a month working in Juneau followed by a week in South Carolina low country and Finn couldn’t wait to get back to the playground.  I was excited to see a few of the tell-tale signs of Fall along the way including some freshly fallen, thorn armored, horse-chestnuts.  When we got to the Couch Park playground which is built around a giant HC tree we began collecting the thorny treasures, stomping on them and then stashing a cache of the auburn nuts for the neighborhood squirrels.  Before long a horde of kindergarten kids from the school dumped out onto the playground and we realized that the annual dropping of these things is quite an event.  Boy were the kids surprised by our collection.  While the kids horded and fought over the nuts, I took an interest in the discarded husks.  I’ve always admired these little thorny beauties, previously mistaking them for the orb-like seeds of the ginko tree.  Here are a few of my finds.