A View   Rain drunk Lush streets of Seattle Dogs barking Sloshes the postman in short   rain gear My nose extends an inch Fi...

  So Lost   When the fox trots in the snow, the days of it, whiteness, blankness, so lost in it… As I am also in the labyrinth of yo...

  Forget me not   Have you no shame, my lord, to grope your helpless maid servant, and insert the thought that poetry is hard? I...

  Negotiation Green, greener yet, geometric yards and gardens, span a field of white light morning,   up climbing, the familiar fa...

  Vignettes of Chinatown and Slices of Chinese-American Immigrant Life   Chinatown, Seattle (a poem)   When the light is with yo...

  Bare to Green   Bare is the season Twig by brittle twig Updraft and downdraft Rain followed by sleet   Hot tea in my room ...

A Mirage     People make monuments out of clay.   In idleness, I study the sky. Dark clouds portend rain. The history of cloud...

  When you, when I …   When you catch me writing, when you catch the wind, a warm breath is blowing, & birds flock over the la...

"The Warsaw Pact" by Koon Woon   The Warsaw Pact   There are losers from Eastern Europe living in this apartment building, as well...

  SUNDAY, JANUARY 9, 2022 John Gorski -------------- three poems   Questioning Poets   Queries for Keats   Why did you walk through twenty-f...