{"id":535,"date":"2012-06-21T21:54:51","date_gmt":"2012-06-22T05:54:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=535"},"modified":"2012-06-21T21:54:51","modified_gmt":"2012-06-22T05:54:51","slug":"tammy-robacker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=535","title":{"rendered":"Tammy Robacker"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>WESTPORT DOLOR<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Your quiet breaks me apart like whitecaps<br \/>\ncollapse before coursing a shore. The water<br \/>\nthat eddies you floats a shapeless gray<br \/>\naround this bay, over this day; ebbing<br \/>\ngrief in the horizon\u2019s haze. Here,<br \/>\nwhere your timber boom went bust,<br \/>\nnow you just rust craggy stumps<br \/>\nalong an emptied dock and austere pier.<\/p>\n<p>You hang an ash-splashed canvas for miles<br \/>\nat this beach. A comber cannot read<br \/>\nwhere stone cold sky meets gun metal sea,<br \/>\nas they bumble down your one dead,<br \/>\nbone-jumbled jetty finger anchored<br \/>\nby blanched boulders and uprooted trees.<\/p>\n<p>The rotund tourists straggle in and wag<br \/>\ntongues stuck full of green salt water<br \/>\ntaffy and old fashion donuts. Their throats<br \/>\nclose shut around pulpy oyster shooters<br \/>\nquaffed starboard off spitting bottomfish<br \/>\ncharters rented out on the cheap.<\/p>\n<p>The world ends here. Where longitude crosses itself<br \/>\nwith latitude to no absolution. Where waves genuflect<br \/>\nthen crumble rather than crash. The sand<br \/>\ndollars you\u2019ve strewn townside are cracked<br \/>\nto halves. Their lost flock of peace doves,<br \/>\nonce housed in a holy shell hollow, now worthless<br \/>\ndebris to those who divine the beachhead.<\/p>\n<p>Here your gulls swoon restless and hover<br \/>\nabove the sea\u2019s ennui. They dip and drone<br \/>\nmid-air: Scavengers perpetually hung<br \/>\nthere\u2014aimless and leering. They swing<br \/>\nback and forth, steering ghost-shaped waves<br \/>\nin the grimy brine sky above your grave.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Winner of a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.hedgebrook.org\/\">Hedgebrook<\/a> writer-in-residence award in 2011, and awarded the <a href=\"http:\/\/themelononline.com\/2010\/05\/interview-with-tacoma-poet-laureate-tammy-robacker\/\">2010-2011 Poet Laureate of Tacoma <\/a>title, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.tammyrobacker.com\/\">Tammy Robacker <\/a>promotes the art of poetry in the South Sound community by writing, teaching and guest speaking locally. In 2009, she was the recipient of a TAIP grant award and published her first book of poetry, <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.kingsbookstore.com\/robacker.html\">The Vicissitudes.<\/a><\/em> In addition, she co-edited a Tacoma poetry anthology, with former Poet Laureate of Tacoma, Bill Kupinse, titled:<a href=\"http:\/\/www.exquisitedisarray.org\/Tacoma_Poetry_Anthology.html\"> <em>In Tahoma&#8217;s Shadow: Poems from the City of Destiny.<\/em><\/a> Ms. Robacker studied Creative Writing and Poetry at The Evergreen State College in Olympia, WA and graduated with a B.A. degree. Now, actively involved in Washington State&#8217;s South Sound as a poet, a freelance writer, and a volunteer, Robacker also serves as secretary of the board for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.pugetsoundpoetryconnection.org\/Pages\/default.aspx\">Puget Sound Poetry Connection.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Tammy&#8217;s poetry has appeared in <em><a href=\"http:\/\/columbia.washingtonhistory.org\/\">Columbia Magazine, <\/a>Plazm, <a href=\"http:\/\/floatingbridgepress.fatcow.com\/fb-review\/\">Floating Bridge Review: Pontoon, <\/a>Wild Goose Poetry Review, Word Salad, Pens on Fire,<\/em> and the <em>Allegheny Review.<\/em> Ms. Robacker&#8217;s poetry manuscript, <em>We Ate Our Mothers, Girls, <\/em>was selected as a finalist in the 2009 <a href=\"http:\/\/floatingbridgepress.fatcow.com\/chapbook\/\">Floating Bridge Press chapbook contest i<\/a>n Seattle, WA. Tammy Robacker runs her own freelance writing company called, Pearle Publications. Her editorials have appeared in <em>SHOWCASE Magazine, CITY ARTS Magazine,<\/em> and the <em>Weekly Volcano. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>WESTPORT DOLOR &nbsp; Your quiet breaks me apart like whitecaps collapse before coursing a shore. The water that eddies you floats a shapeless gray around this bay, over this day; ebbing grief in the horizon\u2019s haze. 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