http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2012/04/23/journey-into-poetry-anne-m-doe-overstreet/

Some come at it head-on, some obliquely.

Ahab

[fragment]
the beast was very very loud
I don’t think you understand
it’s potency, the way
he stood there swaying;
you could almost feel the sea
beneath his feet,
the whale mouth breathing

Neptune5

Come visit me and my broader writing community in Seattle, the Neptune5 Writers Group, comprised of Marjorie Manwaring, Arlene Kim, Nicole Hardy, Hannah Notess, and myself at Neptune5.tumblr.com

Had a lovely conversation with Christy Tennant Krispin this morning. The podcast will be up on internationalartsmovement.org/iam-conversations on Thursday. Couldn’t have enjoyed myself more. Christy has a knack for making one feel both relaxed and invigorated. I could have kept talking for hours. Anyone who knows me well may want to sit down at this point to recover from the shock.

Last night we rushed into the dark, half-elated
like children, as the fog that rose drew us into its mouth,
half terrified at the lawn obscured under our feet,
and what it hid. A night bird screamed.

Bird Day

We count the wing beat, thrum, and whistle as our hours, prayers to a pinioned god. I am flush with quail; they scatter from the brachyglottis and I kneel to make myself small. Still, they fold themselves in among blackberry canes. Across town, an osprey kites the sky above Jeffrey’s head, strung and spun in his regard. Clean and watchful.

From the back porch to a lake bank to a living room couch, we collect and carry words. Among my favorite companions: Laura Barkat. Also check out Laura’s blog.