Stephen Jackson

Senate Bill 6346, "establishing a tax on millionaires", just passed the Washington House on a 51-46 vote after more than 24 hours of floor debate.

BLM Announces Plan to Fell Oregon's Last Great Forests One billion board feet per year... 30 days to make your voice heard.

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This artwork, titled Song Cycle, is by Chris Kallmyer.

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You can now see and hear me read my short poem "The Birthday Cannoli" on Instagram. The poem appears in Issue 18 of the wonderful UK anthology fourteen poems. Give it some love (if you love it) and check out all the other great poems while you're there! 💚 www.instagram.com/reel/DVbrI9W...

"When I'm writing well, there's almost no intellectual/analytical thinking going on," says George Saunders.

Sky Tongued Back with Light - Black Lawrence Press | Black Lawrence Press In Sébastien Luc Butler’s elegant chapbook Sky Tongued Back with Light, art and nature symbolize conflicted feelings about queerness, religion, and grief… From the first poem to the last, the allitera...

It's the release date for Sébastien Luc Butler’s new chapbook Sky Tongued Back with Light. Order it below and thank me later.
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TRIPTYCH A boy keeps a dead bird like pride covers shame. A dead bird keeps to its shoebox like a boy holds it tongue. A shoebox hides in a boy like a bird’s heartbeat beneath feathers. A feather hides its bird like blood cuts a boy’s words. A boy is a bird flapping against the sides of a shoebox. A dead boy is an uncovered shoebox, filled with a light too bright.

Sébastien Luc Butler

Spring was happening in Seattle's Volunteer Park yesterday!

The crows today.
(Sound up.)

Just brilliant!

When Professor [ _ ] Says My Poor Memory Is Why I’ll Never Be Great | Rust & Moth I am not remembering how oikos and logos join hands in The Song of the Earth, I am remembering the way my breath made frosted fairies in the air outside of the coffee shop on 14th avenue where I first...

New #poetry from Ariel Machell: "When Professor [ _ ] Says My Poor Memory Is Why I’ll Never Be Great".

Monday’s tragedies in Capitol Hill are heartbreaking. One life has already been lost, and another person is recovering from being struck while simply walking in their own neighborhood. My heart is with the victims, their families, and everyone who is grieving. Seattle controls street design and signal timing within city limits, and I strongly support bold city action to reduce preventable traffic deaths. But traffic violence is also a regional public health crisis. King County cannot sit on the sidelines. Through Metro Transit, Public Health, and our budget authority, the County has real tools to improve safety around bus stops and transit hubs, invest in data driven prevention, and prioritize pedestrian protections in the transportation funding we distribute. We can strengthen countywide safety standards on roads we control and push for statewide reforms that protect people walking, biking, and riding transit. No family should lose a loved one to a crash that could have been prevented. This is about designing a transportation system that values human life above convenience. At every level of government, we have a responsibility to act with urgency and align our policies with that simple truth.

King County Council candidate Toshiko Hasegawa issues a statement on Monday's fatal crash in Capitol Hill.

Finnish forest in Helsinki. Winter sunset.
#trees #bluesky #sunset #silhouette #HKL #Finland #Suomi #photography

The one-hundred-year anniversary of Seattle's oldest known gay bar is three years away -- I don't think every old building needs to be frozen in amber, but at the very least, sites like these should get plaques before they vanish altogether.

A photo of a tree, branches covered with moss in a mist of green ferns.

#BlueSkyArtShow #Wood #Forest #Forestscape #GreenSat #TheLostCoast #NorthernCalifornia #ColorADay #NorthernCalifornia #WestCoastKin #WestCoastPhotographers #TheWildImages #ForestPhotography #Photography
This is the Headwaters Forest Reserve, about a five minute drive from where we live.

Happy Valentine's Day | AFL-CIO

You can’t spell union without U and I! Happy Valentine’s Day from America’s unions ❤️

My poem “Trinity” appears in the January issue of Hare's Paw Literary Journal. Click on my name in the bios to go directly to the poem.

These were all taken in the P-Patch right next door to our apartment. It's like the backyard we've never had living in city apartments. But yes, lets!

Soon!

Super-saturated Seattle!

Yesterday / today. One of the mildest Winters of my thirty-three years in the Pacific North West.

When submitting poetry, has anyone else been asked to "irrevocably waive in their entirety any current or future exercise of 'natural rights' or 'moral rights of authors' as may potentially be asserted."

lines from "At Gautier's Grave" Robert Lowell after Victor Hugo Yes, I listen: the great wind dies away, I feel the summit's sinister cold breath, I hurry.Do not close the gate of death, for when my friends die, I start back and see their fixed eyes draw me to infnity; I have begun to dic by being alone, I banished here, I who must soon be gone; ny night is breaking raguely into stars, my too long thread thrills, quivers for the shears!

my night is breaking vaguely into stars

orange cover with alligator illustration and text, "Sand Bodied Florida Boy" and "grayson thompson" in script.

For Anyone Holding Their Breath this is a love poem for all boys who have never been told they were beautiful for people who do not know they smile in their sleep for the adult children who can’t call home this is a page in a story that places bets on the weight on bobcats heavy handed with a softness each pound a metaphor for you are not alone I want to tell you in the same century grief was first spoken so was breviary a word for hymn and this is a truth, god honest some of us have applied for the vacancy of being alive since before we were born

our resumes half spent lifetimes never making it to the top even if we stopped ourselves from being propelled by everything that hates us I do not know who interviewed you but in that round, the one where you painted yourself a crisis someone should have told you the job responsibilities were never to hold it all in grayson thompson from sand bodied florida boy

Sand Bodied Florida Boy is a love song to the first moment you felt believed in, when hope wasn't a question, but an answer in every breath you chose to take. grayson thompson. available from foglifter press.

Sand Bodied Florida Boy is a love song to the first moment you felt believed in, when hope wasn't a question, but an answer in every breath you chose to take. - Grayson Thompson

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Cover Art by Frankie Sanchez

This book simply blew me away. One of the best book I've read in decades.

My Once and Future Body - The Offing Poetry - The Offing Magazine

“My once and future body, sandwiching himself between me
And my ex-lovers, failing to announce how any of us
Might like to be touched.”

From “My Once and Future Body,” a poem by Dylan Mcnulty-Holmes.

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"Yonder stands your orphan with his gun / Crying like a fire in the sun" —Bob Dylan

Truth!

daily dose of green and fog ... west coast Canada
#photography #nature #trees #canada #landscape #fujifilm #forest #rainforest #vancouver #fog

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