Timothy Pilgrim poetry
Pilgrim, a Pacific Northwest poet, welcomes you!
Pilgrim published poems (also linked above) takes you to more than 200 of his published and accepted poems -- each with one of his photos.
Or, maybe cut to the chase -- sample his published poems you won't forget:
His New, raw, unpublished poems can be found here:
All his older unpublished poems are available here (or click the link at the upper right):
Pilgrim is an associate professor emeritus of journalism at WWU in Bellingham. Find media- and writing/editing-related information (as well as his published poems -- but without photos) at his main WWU website: Tim Pilgrim -- poet & teacher
Enjoy -- and thanks for visiting!
Poem of the month
Most famous poets do it --
drift in at the last moment,
hair a mess, wearing tweed jacket,
cotton shirt or flowing print dress.
At the podium, they smile kindly,
offer excuses for being late --
stopped to watch a clock tower burn,
heard it chime out in fright,
saw blackened doves take flight.
They reach into a ragged pack
or floppy purse, finally bring out
the latest volume of their work,
signal the moment may be near
but search pockets for glasses,
ask for water -- with lots of ice,
adjust the microphone, tap it,
say the book is for sale afterward.
At last, they begin to read,
mouth each word as if it were
the round nub of a chicken bone.
No doubt, they intend to suck out
every last bit of marrow.
(copyrighted Timothy Pilgrim photo: self-portrait at Zion National Park)
Site updated April 2014