There are fireworks over Vashon. It was a game of Small Domination, of monkey-off-the-back vindication. The Seahawks won the Super Bowl. They became the best team in the National Football League by winning little battles, by making a long string of right decisions. The losers, the New England Patriots, took an almost certain Super Bowl…
By Lyndsey Braun-Palmer There’s something grounding and reverent about the process of cleaning skulls – carefully removing the layer of tissue to study the animal’s bone structure. Each skull has its own anatomy, subtle differences that make every one unique. It becomes a quiet moment of respect, curiosity, and reflection. This one is my blacktail buck from…
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.
Tige and Daisy Leamer outside Leamer’s Shopping CenterCourtesy of Candace BrownPhotographer: Howard Willsie By Richard Odell Did I imagine Daisy’s? My father liked to circulate. He had me in tow, at age three or four, deep in the 1950s. I remember an interior scene where today is Minglement. The presence of several adults, their voices…