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Distinguished Writer Series

Presented by the City of Tacoma and

Puget Sound Poetry Connection


The goal of our readings is to bring poets of import to Tacoma

 to help local poets learn and set goals for their own works.

 We also provide a showcase for local poets to share their new work.  All venues are free, physically accessible, and open to the public.


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May 8th, Friday at 7:oo p.m.

Kings Bookstore (218 St. Helens, Tacoma)

Feature for May: Donald Kentop



 

Donald Kentop was born in New York City. He graduated from New York University and Columbia with a Masters Degree in teaching of history. After retiring he devoted himself to writing poetry, and has appeared in numerous Northwest anthologies. His first collection of poems was published in 2004 by Rose Alley Press. He has recently published, Frozen In Fire. A Documentary in Verse of the Triangle Factory Fire of 1911. Paper Wings Press, Seattle. 

 

 

 

A Hummingbird, Perhaps
              
 A blur shot through the open door,

                   through the house and slammed against

                   the window. When it reassumed

                   its mortal shape, it lay there stunned,

                   splayed on the sill like a moth.

 

                   I cupped it in my hands and rushed

                   to her room eager to play

                   Guess what I have?

                   I don’t know, she said, brushing

                  her hair, a hummingbird, perhaps?

            `          
                   Too bad I didn’t take the time            
                   to contemplate its weightlessness,

                   to look it in the eye, adore

                   the iridescent ruby throat.

                   I held an altar in my hands,

 

                   but failed to worship at it, too

                   intent to play the child’s game,

                   and then too quickly let it go.

         

                                        Donald Kentop

                                                          

 

 




 


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