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Andrew Shattuck McBride's Writings

Poem
Mar.30.2012
Mu: An International Haiku Journal
this first seasonwithout her voice -we read her poems aloud ** in my stone lanternempty paper wasp cells ~~ I'm grateful to Jon-Michael Frank, Editor of Mu: An International Haiku Journal, for publishing my haiku!  
Poem
Mar.29.2012
Generations of Poetry
Dedicated to Leslie Otho “Chalk” McBride (1892 to 1968) and Iva Pearl Shattuck McBride (1894 to 1977) From Dad I know my grandfather Chalk was pale, short, heavily muscled, with forearms big as hams (fists like sledgehammers). I didn’t get to know him; we met one time, and I was an infant. I know that he was a smithy, a mechanic, a wildcat oil driller, and a...
Poem
Mar.29.2012
Haibun Today
Folding Paper Cranes Hiroshima, Japan ~ August 6, 1945 and aftermath a day with two suns— shadows burned into concrete In the Sasaki household, within a kilometer of what would become known as Ground Zero, the toddler Sadako and her mother were hibakusha— survivors. A significant portion of the city was incinerated by the atomic bomb blast and firestorm which...
Poem
Mar.29.2012
Shamrock Haiku Journal
a caterpillarhanging from gossamerher infant's eyes I'm grateful to Anthony Kudryavitsky, the Editor of Shamrock Haiku Journal, for publishing my haiku!  
Poem
Mar.27.2012
Prune Juice: A Journal of Senryu and Kyoka
Published in Prune Juice: Journal of Senryu and Kyoka ~ Issue #6, Summer 2011 struggling with a new tech manualit's all geek to me ** at the acupuncturist's--waitingon pins and needles ** digital dating--your iPador mine? ** teachingcreative non-fictionat the prison--prose and cons ** forces ofnature--my catsabhora vacuum ** Issue #7, Winter 2012 picking berries...
Short Story
Mar.27.2012
Whatcom Writes!
    I was on foot, and the man was following. He must have left the bar minutes after me. He made no attempt at concealment, and was closing the distance between us purposefully.    I was still several blocks away from the U.S. - Mexico border. He was going to catch up well before I made it to the relative safety of the U.S. side....
Poem
Mar.27.2012
The Bellingham Herald
Have you been to Artist Point to see the sunrise?a young man asks a young woman. They are justahead of me on the bay trail. Yes, she says softly.He adds, It’s the most amazing sight in the world. I think I know what he means: how dawn enfolds,the crisp air and sense of deep snow, the bulksof mountains haloed by the first blush of sunrisesky, and the gathering...
Poem
Mar.26.2012
Caesura, The Journal of Poetry Center San José
In honor of Ly Ty, Seng Sam, and Heifer International In the photo, the men are smiling broadly,though two lifetimes ago they were enemies.They are from Cambodia - no, Kampuchea.During the horrific years of the 'killing fields'they fought on opposing sides untillandmines took a leg from each man. They sit, looking into the camera; one leans intothe other and has...
Poem
Mar.26.2012
Poetry Walk: Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest, The First Five Years, edited by Nancy Canyon and Anita K. Boyle
It is true this was an industrial site once.With lumber and shake mills gone now, pilingsrotting, shoreline propped up with brokenconcrete slabs and brick, it has beenreimagined into a community gathering place. Jacobsen's Western Stone Garden (with itsshaved boulders) echoes the islands ringing,and beyond, the bay. Isabel Morca loved todance nearby; I imagine...