...begins
w/2 cups of coffee from a soup mug drunk slow while checking social websites
which immediately suck me in
scroll,scroll
...poetry
often created
between
coulee
walls & various
points
of the day
...words
struggle to be heard between
the
time I'm awake & my daughter wakes
up
between the time we arrive at the park
&
she finishes playing
...notebooks
stand ready cameras compete w/Annie &
Steamboat
Rock//Northrup Canyon//
Crown
Pointe Overlook//all the wildlife in Grand Coulee
all
the other coulee views are swimming in soft sand in summer in Spring Canyon
&
every time I start
to
write my mind//is drawn
//away
to nature paths
full
of badgers & marmots &
mule
deer w/twins//coyotes//
the
Canadian Lynx we saw recline on
a
large boulder last year & powerful
storms
full of canyon winds when the sky wears deeper shades
&
always rocks
so
many distractions
&
words come out
when
they want &
fight
to be heard louder
than
all of that
&
if, heaven forbid
my
inspiration falters then
we
run
Constance Schultz lives near Grand Coulee in
Washington State, USA. She writes w/her daughter-who-must-be-mentioned,
w/ Winston-the-little-dog-who-thinks-he's-big & all the animals seen/unseen
wherever they go.
She has work in literary magazines around the world including Hidden Channel Zine, Train: a Journal of Investigation, Sobotka Literary Magazine and Empty Mirror.
She has work in literary magazines around the world including Hidden Channel Zine, Train: a Journal of Investigation, Sobotka Literary Magazine and Empty Mirror.
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