Nobody thinks much about helium by JoEllen Moldoff my husband, the professor of curiosity says between spoonfuls of his super nutritious breakfast cereal, yet it’s the second most abundant element in the universe. I half-listen,

Autocorrection by Nancy Reas Before she died I dug a grave and wrote a poem for Lacy, but the word autocorrected to grace instead. Each time grave became grace. The way she nuzzled my hand

Where I'm From (After Ella Lyon) by Nancy Reas I am from pogo sticks kangarooing on stove-hot backyard concrete. I am from metal roller skates clamped onto my navy blue and white saddle shoes clackiting

Sunday, June 24, 10 a.m. - 4:30 p.m., Mullis Center -- from Diane Martindale for San Juan Islands Museum of Art -- A fun Improvisational Quilting Workshop June 24 with noted author and instructor Katie Pedersen

LATER, LATE by Laurel Rust   Looking over poems written during my mother's dying, scrawled hastily in moments in bad penmanship, the words feel nearly careless now, imprecise, though they were written when every moment

Thursdays, May 3 and May 10, 7 - 9 p.m., Funhouse Commons -- from Linda Slone for Orcas Island Chamber Music -- What’s the difference between a concerto and a sonata? How about a Philharmonic,

Ninety Six Percent by B. Sadie Bailey Sun rays vaporize low-hung thick-haze fog of thought i mistoook as "me." A few dancing molecules, vast dark matter beween; Ninety-six percent of the Universe Is the Isn't