POET OF THE DAY: PAULANN PETERSEN

I met Paulann Petersen while visiting my friend Penelope Scambly Schott last summer in Portland, Oregon. Paulann in many ways is the center of the poetry community in Portland. She maintains a small poetry critique group, in which I had the pleasure of participating, she hosts gatherings to celebrate new books by regional writers, and she manages in the midst of all this to sustain a vital creative life of her own. Please visit her website (link below) to find out more about this remarkable woman.

Paulann Petersen is a former Stegner Fellow at Stanford University whose poems have appeared in many publications including Poetry, The New Republic, Prairie Schooner, and Wilderness Magazine. She has four chapbooks--Under the Sign of a Neon Wolf, The Animal Bride, Fabrication, and The Hermaphrodite Flower. Her first full-length collection of poems, The Wild Awake, was published by Confluence Press in 2002. A second,Blood-Silk, poems about Turkey, was published by Quiet Lion Press of Portland in 2004. A Bride of Narrow Escape was published by Cloudbank Books as part of its Northwest Poetry Series in 2006. Her latest book is Kindle, published by Mountains and Rivers Press in 2008.

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I rub my shoulder

against a doorframe’s wood,

getting the feel of this creature

felled and transformed.

My fingers curve to knead blood

toward a muscle’s hurt, lotion

into an elbow roughened by neglect.

Snubbing shoes, I let bare soles

reacquaint themselves

with the wear of pavement’s grit.

Clothes serve the modest task

of long, soft friction.

Bit by bit, night by day,

I grow smoother-grained,

ready for light. Let me be

a mirror in which something else

might catch a glimpse of itself—

the burnished stone beneath

a lifetime of water, flowing.

—Paulann Petersen

From Kindle, Mountains and Rivers Press, 2008

FEAR OF FLYING?

I dread flying, but on my flight to Portland, I suddenly realized that, seated by the window facing East, with the plane's wing providing an interesting angle on the clouds and landscape below, I was able to see some stunning landscape through the porthole. And I had a digital camera in my handbag! So, why the heck not? I started snapping photos. My fear of flying disappeared.

Here are some of them, beginning with my first view of the Rockies.






I've always loved looking at cloud landscapes from a window seat. Several of these cloud terrains were especially seductive.





I like to imagine stepping out into an endless landscape of clouds.




And then through the clouds I could see Mt. Hood and Mt. Adams, as we approached Portland.










As we descended into Portland, I snapped a few final photos.



The river is the mighty Columbia!



This one I captured seconds before landing.