The following is the second of three set of images I’ll be adding to my website from a recent trip to Juneau, Alaska.
The following is the first of three set of images I’ll be adding to my website from a recent trip to Juneau, Alaska.
This past weekend I took the trip across the country to visit my homeland and my family.
Today is the day I release a new chapbook of poetry.
Ogopogo is a cross-disciplinary performance series.
Greg Bem is a multidisciplinary, individual and collaborative artist whose poetry and other creative works are rooted in place.
The following texts were created for four readings in Olympia, Portland, and Oakland. Each long piece was written in single sittings, semi-spontaneously, at a computer in a library in Kirkland, Washington. The pieces were only slightly edited after the fact, with the main intention behind them being a Spicer-esque channeling of energy, spirit, and emotion.
It was a thrilling evening of literary wonders across the small neighborhood (which I call my neighborhood, now) of Hillman City, Seattle.
My stepfather, a figure who has been in my life for many years, passed away several nights ago.
Yesterday I traveled with the Nevada road trip crew to the Olympic Peninsula, where we took a walk along the Dungeness Spit, a large land body that extends like a scythe out into the water of the Pacific Ocean.
This morning I took a short trip to Coal Creek Falls on Cougar Mountain in Issaquah, and then proceeded to extend the morning trip to Snoqualmie River’s Middle Fork area, which is about 34 miles outside of Seattle.
A recent business trip (Feb. 12-14) to Bend, Oregon, was a brief but utterly beautiful interjection to my soggy existence in Seattle.