“Carnations, Pigeons,” by Bainbridge Island poet Amanda Williamsen, finds a hapless heroine drifting skyward each night, her heaviness draining from her head like sand. Mornings, she wakes startled, fallen, back in bed. She wonders if her problem might be gas.
By Peg Alford Pursell A vivid tattoo sets Jamie’s life in a spin, as her placid, teal dragon erupts into dreams overspilling with fire, color and unknown intent. It’s the final installment of Pursell’s reality-bending dream/life triptych. -Editor…. Read More