A sweet video by Bob Nisbet from the 2011 Oregon Country Fair
Humby TV
A nice little short about my time at the Arcata Saturday Farmers' Market
A Poetry Feed
This interesting article and recording was posted by Karsten Piper after I responded to his request for a poem about a suede jacket:
Tri-City Weekly Article
A lovely interview in the Tri-City Weekly:
Pie and Poetry at Northtown Books
Saturday, April 24th Northtown Books hosted Pie & Poetry in honor of National Poetry month. Poem Store was featured as the poetry side of the event and I typed alongside an array of delicious homemade pies enjoyed by all.
Pie and Poetry was also featured on Velma's World:
Arcata Eye Front Page
Take a look at the front page of the Arcata Eye. Sharon Letts wrote an excellent article on Poem Store for National Poetry Month.
Boneshaker: A Bicycling Almanac
I met the fine folks of Boneshaker and they were so excited about Poem Store that they traded a poem for publication. Many thanks to them!
Pastels on the Plaza
Thanks to Bob Humblogger for this Pastels on the Plaza piece.
Jon Skulski Blog Post
I bought a poem from the Poem Store at Pastels on the Plaza. The subject was "moving on". Best poem I ever bought, it is wonderful:
In the idea of onward motion
the key is to recall the constants:
the moon keeps changing, it returns
and rebirths, the season go in
wild waves, birds leave for warmth.
This is a call to the natural
left and leaving and thus, a good
blessing for our saying yes to the end
of one place and the awakening of the next.
Jacqueline Suskin
October 3rd, 2009
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cicadabrood@gmail.com
Thank you, Jacqueline. type and errors kept in to try to translate the charm of this thing
Leaving Humboldt will be difficult and it has made that known to me; beautiful sunny days; warmer friends, a swirling community. I am tied in it's tangles. It was my first adventure. It is a precious place I am leaving.
The poem struck me right where I'm most tender at the moment. It gave me strength and took it all back again. It's reminding me to hold the line, to grit my teeth, tear some muscle and bare it. It will be worth it, it will be wonderful, but it won't be easy.
The first waves up the spine...
Squirrel Attic Blog Post
While wandering the wooded alleys of the Oregon Country Fair on the afternoon of July 11 2009, I came across a young lady with a typewriter. Her typewriter had, printed upon it, "POEM STORE your subject & price". I approached her and said, I'd like three dollars worth of squirrel in the attic". She said okay, sat down with a grim expression, and began to type. Ninety seconds later, she pulled this parchment from the typewriter and handed it to me, and I gave her three dollars and I put the poem in my pocket and walked away. I later found it in my pocket and posted it below, here on my squirrel-in-the-attic website: