Pilgrimbehindstupa816smaller.jpgPacific Northwest poet Timothy Pilgrim welcomes you! Sample a new poem below (changed every few weeks).

Pilgrim published poems (linked above too) has over 335 published poems, most accompanied here by one of his photos or photo-illustrations. 

Unpublished new poems are available at Pilgrim new unpublished poetry (also linked above). Unpublished poems from a while ago are at Pilgrim older unpublished poems.

A 2016 book of poems, Mapping water, is available from Flying Trout Press.

Pilgrim's work is included in Noisy Water, an anthology of Whatcom County, Wash., poets (Other Mind Press); Poetry Walk: The Second Five Years (Poetry Walk Press); Idaho's Poets: A Centennial Anthology (University of Idaho Press); Tribute to Orpheus II (Kearney Street Books); and Weathered Pages: The Poetry Pole (Blue Begonia Press). 


See more of Pilgrim's photography and the work of writer and editor, Carolyn Dale (his wife) at Carolyn Dale -- writer and editor. Her monthly humorous, informative, witty essays are available in the BLOG section called Present Imperfect .

An e-book of stories of the pioneer life of the Ella P. Jordan Dale family -- called Memoirs: Life on the Farm for the Seven Jordan Sisters 1890-1919 (edited by Dale) is available from Smashwords.com (with a Kindle format), BarnesandNoble.com, nationalbookstore.com, ebookmarket.org, ibooks at Apple and others.

 As an emeritus associate professor at Western Washington University, Pilgrim also offers information about the rich in America getting richer, government lies and propaganda, fake journalism, and a potpourri of media criticism -- as well as links to dozens of ALTERNATIVE MEDIA. See his WWU website, Timothy Pilgrim -- poet and teacher

Bellingham Poems, with poetry by Chuck Luckmann, Paul Piper and Pilgrim, is also available from Flying Trout Press. Enjoy -- and thanks for visiting!

New Pilgrim poem

Still glow at dawn
 (with a nod to Albert Camus)
Heads down, no way to say
sorry, mistake, we drag
laden canoe to the beach,  
paddle choppy water, 
her behind, not steering.
We churn up a narrow channel,  
try not to let current take hold,
sweep everything downstream.  
Camp pitched without speaking, 
soup heated over anemic fire, 
we swallow hot broth of remorse. 
Forgiveness hangs in smoke
below sun turning cutthroat red.
We place bed rolls far apart, 
lie alone, try not to shiver,   
sob as meteors trail to black.
I dream I am not lost,
the sun casts no shadows,
and somehow I escape night.
Coals still glow at dawn.
The canoe and she aren't gone.

                            Timothy Pilgrim

   (copyrighted Carolyn Dale photo: Timothy Pilgrim behind cairn, Mt.Schuckson background, Washington state)

    Site updated October 2016