Jim Lynch is a Washington native and you can tell. This book practically reeks of the Puget Sound, of Olympia, and the clear water of the bay; you can hear, taste, and feel it on each page. This novel was written by someone who knows the Sound like an old friend, and although I’m not a natural born Seattleite, I could picture each place described in this novel with sharp clarity. Be they skittling crabs, spitting geoducks, or a squirming sea slug, this book brings the animals of the bay to life.

The Beacon is located at the very edge of Columbia City, nestled in a wall of ivy and wedged between nail salons and a neon-illuminated funeral home. The single-screen cinema opened its doors in 2019, boasting an eclectic mix of curated films. Amidst the popularity of Robert Eggers’ new film, it’s only logical for a place like The Beacon to showcase one of its predecessors: Werner Herzog’s Nosferatu: The Vampyre. 

Shakespeare’s thought provoking, gut-wrenching, and philosophical sonnets hold their own weight and intrinsic merit. Tempted with many different pinpoints of poetry to discuss, I ended up selecting “Sonnet 100” due to its depiction of a poet’s relationship with their melodious muse and how it allows its readers to contemplate relationships both past and present, and how they still play into their lives today.

It began like many myths do: in darkness. Thin beams of light panned over the space from the back of the house, curious and searching. Nishimura and Kohl descended upon the stage with headlamps strapped to their brows, exploring the space with a playful curiosity. Once they arrived, lighting by Jessica Trundy illuminated the set and established the world of the performance. Transparent projection screens stretched across three points of the set, two of which concealed platforms the performers utilized throughout the performance.

So we have a youthful, impetuous character on our hands. The brash invasion into the city from the forest differentiates him from his fellow Way of the Bird King kin. His stance—crushing a bench under his foot with two open, ready-for-action hands at his hips—seems to invite a challenge. Yet his demeanor is not overtly hostile and resembles more of a teenager's defiance. He seems possessive of the National Nordic Museum, posted at the entrance like a guard.

Roller derby is a sport built on grit, strength, and feminism. These qualities distinguish it from most mainstream sports, which are dominated by men athletes and administrators. Even where women’s leagues exist, the structures that support them are often still dictated by men-dominated decision-making. Roller derby stands out because its foundation has been shaped by women. It is one of the few sports where women aren’t just participants, but are the driving force behind every aspect of the game.

I found them in the middle of their half-workspace, half-gallery corner of flea market paradise. They were surrounded by their signature beso bears and clutching a black marker with a corgi sock as a custom grip. A 6x4’ painting with three bears appearing to pounce in place in a meadow with a stream hung overhead. A few sculptures—conglomerations of various scavenged items—were placed at the edges of this scene to delineate the creative zone.

Why do poets use poetry as their medium of choice?

I wanted to continue sharing my thoughts on Edgar Allen Poe’s poem “Deep in Earth” from last week through another lens due to the impact it yields on me.

Bruun Idun, your ancestors saw the glacial ice as it covered the world. They watched as it receded and carved this land. The retreating ice dug deeply for water to seep and swell, rising to fill basins. The water created islands, inlets, bays, coves, straits, and peninsulas. It teemed with life birthing new species and giving a home to others. The whales ruled near the surface and the octopuses kept their kingdom below the murky depths. The water blossomed as the land called to new creatures.

“There’s Trolls in them thar hills!”

The Trolls of which I speak are, of course, the much talked about sculptures brought to the Pacific Northwest (and beyond) through a unique collaboration between Danish recycle artist and activist Thomas Dambo, Scan Design Foundation, and several Coast Salish tribes—especially members from Muckleshoot and Snoqualmie.

We the Trolls of the Sound

Wish for you to gather ‘round

As we tell our tale of all our deeds,

Our arrival here, our sowing seeds….

“Long ago,” Theo said, “this land was ruled by beings of another world. Sprites and hidden folk. Nymphs and animal spirits. But the largest of all were the trolls.” He gestured to the giant ahead, and Thomas took in the vast, wooden creature, awestruck. “They tended to the land, caught fish in the rivers, and planted trees. Then one day, Man came to the forest. With axes brandished, they felled the trees that had been planted. They tore up the land and declared it their own.

“A moot was held in the forest between all who lived within it. The rodents cried out, filled with terror, ‘What do we do?’

i.

my heart splits into six fragments.

and the king is the first to rise.

ii.

he gazes out at all the birds that

comprise his myth and his monarchy.

iii.

feathers descend like snowflakes while whales

salute and serenade with blowhole trumpets.

NB: Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview, Mr. Kraken. I think a lot of people were confused when the Seattle Kraken’s mascot turned out to be…not a Kraken. Can you give us the inside scoop?

BK: Call me Brodie. Mr. Kraken is my dad and he's a huge bummer. I’m so stoked to get a chance to set the record straight, man. It’s been heavy since that little troll weirdo got picked over me.

Happy holidays, my dear darling comedy nerds! For this edition of my Haha Report, I wanted to take a break from interviews, overviews, and previews to wish everyone a very haha-filled holiday.

Recipe for a Charmed Life by Rachel Linden made for a perfect evening, and I can’t recommend it enough. If you are looking for something fun and easy to get in to, this is the book for you! Whether describing a perfect Parisian dish or the green-blue water of the Sound, Linden has descriptions to die for, and a perfect grasp of pacing. And as if that wasn’t amazing enough, her characters are likable, with strong convictions that propel them forward in satisfying (and sometimes tense) ways.

In addition to short stories, Poe found his calling in the realm of poetry. With classics like “The Raven” and “Annabel Lee” standing among his most famous poems, Poe seemingly and eloquently duels both forms.

For this week. I wanted to choose a poem that I have not been exposed to before. I’m hoping it’s new for you as well. I selected “Deep in the Earth”, written in 1847, for discussion due to its simplicity yet deep sense of open vulnerability.

I had last been to the Punk Rock Flea Market (PRFM) in July, while they were hosting the Seattle Zine Fest. The legendary market is currently hosted at 416 15th Ave E—the retail space of an old QFC. Capitol Hill Seattle Blog's Justin Carder chronicled the PRFM's journey, saying it has filled voids in the community by occupying the retail spaces of at least four shuttered storefronts.

One of the great American seafood sins of our times pertains to albacore tuna, specifically that we view this truly beautiful and delicious fish as essentially canned cat food. Shockingly few Pacific Northwest denizens are even aware that the waters off our coast are a notable seasonal albacore fishery, one rated Best Choice by the Monterey Bay Aquarium’s Seafood Watch List no less. Sometimes you just need to hit the docks of Fishermen’s Terminal to learn the truth. Enter Joe Malley, captain and owner of 95’ fishing vessel St. Jude.

All Hallows may have come and gone, but some ghosts still come haunting. It is a tradition of the holiday season after all—spirits haunting the arrogant wealthy. And as Charles Dickens said in A Christmas Carol, “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.”