welcome to my gorgeous somewhere
My name is Dana Guthrie Martin, and I am a poet living in the Seattle area. I use this space to share poetry, essays and whatever strikes my fancy.
When I am not at my computer, I am somewhere else. When I am not somewhere else, I am here. If you don't hear from me for a while, do not be alarmed. I am probably just roaming aimlessly about the cabin until inclement weather forces me back into my seat. I'm not sure what that means, but it's completely true.
To read my most recent posts, click on the "latest (greatest) posts" list to your right. To read all my posts, click on the "blog" tab in the header or select from the categories to the right of the blog tab.
You can also explore the site's pages by clicking on about, about the art, American Sentences or collaborative poetry in the header.
The three sections at the bottom of the page are where I share cool stuff I find on the internet, namely all things poetry-related, weird (and not so weird) news, and incredible pieces from other writers.
Have fun and play nice while you're here. Or at least fairly nice.latest (greatest) posts
- read write poem #81: human/animal image prompt
- things that get said in workshops
- read write poem #80: telling all
- my weekly microblog digest
- curing the animal, by ivy alvarez
- on flarf
other places you can find me online
(almost) all things poetry
on flarf
But then a funny thing happened: Their poems evolved from “bad” to “sort of great,” Gardner says. “What we were really doing was throwing out rules that were constraining and ridiculous and weren’t fitting anymore. Once we did that, we could do whatever we wanted—we weren’t trying to ask: Is this magazine going to like [...]
weird (and not-so-weird) news
fetus in fetu
A pediatric neurosurgeon says a tumor he removed from the brain of a Colorado Springs infant contained a tiny foot and other partially formed body parts.
Dr. Paul Grabb said he operated on Sam Esquibel at Memorial Hospital for Children after an MRI showed a microscopic tumor on the newborn’s brain. Sam was 3 days old [...]
others' betters
read write poem #81: human/animal image prompt
XX by oncle Jim
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An otherwise ordinary day,
blades of grass leaning
into the light. Sky meets surface
only at the horizon. My hair is pocked
with dew burns. My vision folds in
like dry-edged petals.
The spinning starts, a slow, sickening
rotation. Men with the heads of kangaroos,
bison and zebras force their way
inside my legs. I climb onto their backs
and ride them, [...]
