#seattle poet

[mutualantagonism]

Teeth Are Coming In, Lev.

Published in Ergi Press.

[littlequeenies]

Newly released photos from Chay Wilkerson Moore. Thank you Chay!

“You've all seen this first pic before

but here's the story !

And I'm also sharing many never before seen photos that I have.

Just because Michele A. Mangiapane Gardner and her groups are so fckn awesome!!!

This was a common scene in our crew apt

We were always around the bands either doing sound for their gigs ,going to the lake,or just kicking it at the apt smoking herbs and playing video games.

Our hours were from 3pm to 6am

And sleep Was almost impossible.

Sometimes the floor and corner w my hands over my ears was the only way to sleep or rest ( as seen in pic)

All the Aic ,SG,and MLB and all.their friends would often hang at our Apt where our sound and lighting crew were living at the time for about a 5 year period or so.

Or sound and lighting crew consisted of about 10 guys ,my father brother and I were in the crew as well and we used 2 upper floor Apts in this building

Demri and Layne lived in the next apartment to us. Those 2 love birds!

In the building next to us was our small music warehouse whare we stored our sond gear, and which had about 12 bands storing their gear and practicting / reheasing there,

ALice in chains/ Motherlovebone/Soundgarden/ Living color and other local Seattle bands

In this photo the guy in the background works w our sound and lighting co his name is Mikey H

My brother is sitting right next to Layne but he's cut out of the pic from first angle,

The other pics are our crew and bands hanging at our crew apartment.

This was my family's life for a while.

This is how we rolled.

Yes we have a bunch more photos telling our life stories.

This is just the very beginning”

Found via Demri L Parrott facebook/Instagram.

[ihavehisdvds]

[shan0blight]

If i do when harry met sally i’m gonna need some help deciding the argument between the both of them (like how harry and sally argue that boys and girls can’t just be friends)

and if i do before sunrise there is a 50% chance i’ll do the other two movies in the trilogy

but if it’s sleepless in seattle the plot is going to be a lot different from the movie cause i just can’t see ether of them having a child and plus they don’t meet till like at the end soooo…. it’s def not my first choice

RIDE YOUR WAVE IS AN ANIME LOVE STORY AND ITS SO HEARTBREAKING!!!

[gaps-between-stories]

i have cried SO MUCH tonight over hockey teams that aren't even mine, what the FUCK am i supposed to do tomorrow night when the kraken play their final game AND tortured psych ward comes out??????

[starryvomit]

“heartstrings”

-S

[theshatterednotes]

American poet Richard Hugo

[coyotepoet]

Chief Seattle letter.. Please read.

(Written by a great Native American Chief, Chief Seattle. Few things had changed and if we don’t stop destroying the tropical forest and the forest, polluting our water and the air. Mother Nature will out-live men greed. Once a great chief stated about Ohio. Why do the white man hate nature. Do they want to destroy all things that are beautiful?) The President in Washington sends word that he…

[wsr-a]

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

This is Mohammad and his family! He has a three children, Mira, Bakr, and Maria and they need help getting out of Gaza. Their home was severely damaged, and there’s no electricity, no education, no healthcare, etc. They need 40,000 rn they only have a bit over 17,000!Any help is appreciated!!,

[allysonthepoet]

Scheria

These waves crash hard into me like I am a greater force to conquer than the very shore it swore to forever be enemies with

The storm rolls in, a cavalry of raindrops assault my skin, and I just sit there and take it

What power do I know?

Your current pulled me in and it was your charm that held me under

Maybe drowning would finally bring this battle to an end, the white flag did nothing for me anyhow

But what mercy does nature know? Living must inevitably meet dying

The ocean rises to any occasion it gets to swallow prey whole I was caught in the crossfire of a battle centuries older than myself I was a sacrifice for someone else's temporary greater good I only realized it too late

I am no Odysseus, I lie with the bones of the giants who overtook me I stare into the evil eye of the storm with no such luxury as a sword to fight against what is to come

Courage is unkind, but it is my sharpest of knives And with it the wild tides finally retreat

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Wallingford

Little big girl, On a rainy day, tongue meeting Honey lavender and earl grey in a day Grayer than the pavement. She misses the love which Gains quirks rusted by refinement; Her last message: “Call me before the wires get cut, So we may not even know who we were.”

Now drinking earl grey In the gray big city, She tries to sniff out youth, Only to get waffles and brunch instead. Clean lines instead of iconic signs Suddenly transform her into one One of them One of the lost.

Love is never far away In this seaside based life, But it is not beach, More like the tourist trap That she embraces to live Rather than survive, In this wretched world she has loved, But has refused to love back fully. --Elda Mengisto (written sometime in 2016)

[freebooter4ever]

Ok i finally googled that new ranger dude winnie and THIS dude is what seattle fans were losing their minds over?

Mainstream beauty ideals baffle me 'chiseled Nordic good looks' no this guy looks like he'd be a background actor in vikings and i mean this in the least possible interesting way. That show was amazing with spectacular sexy actors. He'd be the equivalent of a potted plant in one scene. He's bland! He's identical to the dozen or so white dude actors named chris. This guys got less personality than a wooden plank

I have less than zero interest in drawing this guy his face looks the same from every angle. Maybe new york will do some nice interiews and change my mind but so far i. Am. Baffled.

[grungeincluded]

Not only was grunge music influenced by hardcore punk but by New York punk. Chris Cornell explains that he was influenced by Television. To Patti Smith, Tom Verlaine`s signature guitar style sounds like “a thousand bluebirds screaming”. Whilst, The Guardian noted that Tom Verlaine is ‘‘a guitar antihero whose sensibility was more classical than Clapton’’. Soundgarden`s guitarist - Kim Thayil also was influenced by Verlaine and Television. Cornell explains that:

‘‘Kim was influenced by Television a lot. And bands like Television are the reason I started playing guitar in Soundgarden. I started writing songs that had more than one guitar part, where it wasn’t just playing the same thing. There would be one colour part that would come in and out, or some rhythmic thing that would happen when the other guitar was doing its thing. That was directly influenced by bands like Television’’ (Sarig, 1998,p.180).

Chris Cornell also helped on Jeff Buckley`s album Sketches for my Sweetheart the Drunk (1998) which was co-produced by Tom Verlaine. Chris Cornell played a big part in this album. After Buckley`s death in 1997, Buckley’s mother, Mary Guibert, explains that Cornell helped her to navigate the music industry and get the album released.

© Grunge Included

[gaps-between-stories]

tortured psych ward doesn't come out for another 2 hours what the hell am i supposed to do now

[littlequeenies]

💬 Joe Johnson: “The Last Exit was the place for trippers. Really miss that scene”. The Last Exit on Brooklyn was an iconic Seattle coffeehouse in the University District. It was known for its folk performances and bohemian conversations. There are only a few photos of the interior, but it was known as a haven that brought together all types of people in the community. 💬 Ricardo Wang: “I met Demri and Layne at The Last Exit tripping their brains out. After that I would always see Demri at Peace Heathens [Seattle activist group] events and she’d be all “You look familiar, are you an Alice in Chains fan?” Each time I had to tell her that I met them while they were peaking at the Last Exit.” Sadly, The Last Exit on Brooklyn closed permanently in 2000 and appears in the historical photography book “Vanishing Seattle”.

The Seattle Peace Heathens Community Action Group in which Demri was in, was an activism group formed in 1988 Seattle, founded by Vivian McPeak. They would organise peace vigils to protest war or any other current events going on at the time. They were most known for their advocation for legalising marijuana and ended up being known for their annual Seattle Hempfests starting in 1991. They are still an active group.

Information from World of Demri instagram account.

Main photo and more information about The Last Exit from Seattle Star.

Last Exist on Wikipedia

Last Exit on Facebook

Last Exist on Seattle Wiki Fandom

Last Exit Facebook group

Seattle Peace Heathens crisis resource directory

[goatpalacezine]

Ribbons

Ribbons I cut the ribbons from my life to mark the pagesof the loves that made me cry, of the sleeplessnights knowing everyone has gone, from fieldsemptied over many years. I bravely look on. I wonder, will you remember my warm hand onyour hand, cooling as you slept away from me,the ribbon that kept us together now in a boxon my desk. The color of my life without you. I learned how to not grow…