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Cascadia Poetry Festival 8

Poetzilla 7.31.12

July 21, 2012
Ryukan

Not Sushi

The next poetilla will launch Tuesday July 31 (not this coming Tuesday).

Hope to see you then!

Poetilla Report for Tuesday 7/17/12

The duck dodge traffic was light so we motored to the Center for Wooden Boats, then drifted north with the wind toward Gasworks Park. Some fine new work by Kurt and John. Scot brought a prose poem that emerged from one of Paul’s Living Room prompts–the topic that night was haibun, a poem of geographical and metaphorical journeys to the interior. Great feedback, both at a line edit and a conceptual level.

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