By March TwisdaleVashon Island used to be,a land for you and me.Then Cancel Culture came,and we were wiped away.What’s a girl to do,who’s been raised Red, White & Blue?Speak up, express, explain:“A free thinker I remain, no matter what you do.”For all who were, who are, and those yet to be.I will not drop our…
New Poetry Book by Jessika Satori
Jessika Satori’s newly released publication,”ROY G BIV: Astonishing Poems of Science and Spirituality” is a compilation of poetry, organized by disciplines of science, such as astrophysics, geology and engineering.ROY G BIV, a mnemonic of the colors of the rainbow, highlights the meetings of the author with eminent scientists such as Carl Sagan, Edgar Mitchell, and…
Poem From “Grief Age Love”
“Grief Age Love” is a new anthology written by over 30 Vashon poets, and edited by Jeanie Okimoto. This month we conclude our spotlight on this work with “Looking” by Jessika Satori. Thank you to Jeanie Okimoto and to the poets for sharing your poetry with Loop readers! Looking Looking over my blue denim’d shoulderMy…
Poem From “Grief Age Love”
The following poem is included in a new anthology of poems written by over 30 Vashon poets, and edited by Jeanie Okimoto of Endicott and Hugh Books. ~ tail end of winter lighting the wood stove with the obituary page ~ Michael Feinstein is a writer and poet living on Vashon Island.
Poem From “Grief Age Love”
The following poem is included in a new anthology of poems written by over 30 Vashon poets, and edited by Jeanie Okimoto of Endicott and Hugh Books. January 1stby Roger Davies Now the gentle snowis resting on every branch. The dry wood burnswith a bright flame and there’s enough woodin the woodshedfor the winter. The…
Poems From “Grief Age Love”
The following poems are included in a new anthology of poems written by over 30 Vashon poets, and edited by Jeanie Okimoto of Endicott and Hugh Books. Editor’s note: We meant to include the following poem by Lynn Carrigan in our November issue, and feel it is just as rich in December! Enjoy. Mid-November In…
Forest of My Heart
A winter prayer and proclamation By Jane Valencia Lantern in the darkwoodShine on the wolves!Rouse them from the long spell andthe slumber of the snows. Your campfire burnsin every one of my cells.Wake us, O Lord, into holiness. In the briar’s nestthe dragon yieldsand the elves put down their bowsSurrender, my heart,Surrender again! We assume…
Poems From “Grief Age Love”
The Language of Home In the room at the top of the houseUnder the madroneShe listens for stories the ancient tree tells.She hears the tree sing and growl and moan and howl.Those who have come before reappear and take their placeWoven into the place she calls home. “Please come close” they say.We want to tell…
Leave Open the Doors of the House
By Jo Ann Herbert I came in the spring It’s fall now and time for going Help my body to lie under the Redwoods right here on the pile of golden needles so golden the light, so quiet yes, right here don’t worry about the rain soon I will be gone turn my palms up…




