NEW! TIM MCNULTY at LONGHOUSE ~

 Tim McNulty

Stopping by Stumps

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L O N G H O U S E

 2026

poetry of a treeplanter

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FINN WILCOX & FRIENDS ~

TIM MCNULTY ~

PORT TOWNSEND POETRY ~

Jefferson County Historical Society

2016

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"In the 1970s and 80s a beautiful forgotten, small town on the Olympic

Peninsula, Port Townsend, Washington, was the sight of an unusual

literary blossoming. Writers, most of them young, had started migrating to

the area in the aftermath of the sixties. The Centrum Foundation's

Writers' Conference was established and Copper Canyon Press found a

home with them. Other small presses started soon after.

In 1984, only New York City received more National Endowment of the 

Arts awards to literary presses than Port Townsend There was more than

one publisher for every 850 people of the population.

This is the story of seven of Port Townsend's presses, the people behind

them, and the magical time and place where they came into being."

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A good friend I know and who knows me knew to send me a gift of this book for Christmas.

Merry Christmas! indeed, I sat down that evening and enjoyed myself thoroughly with an

easy going and beautifully networked community of small press publishers, many starting out cutting their printing teeth on the heavy iron works of letterpress. 

These were splendid dreamers and the heart of publishing history that would have not proceeded without such dreamers.

Keep that in mind today if you are feeling down in the dumps in these times — find a letterpress, any press, and learn the hardwork and core of publishing the writings of someone you believe in.

It never gets old.

There are smashing photographs of poets, their elegant books, and conversations and reports with some of the trailblazers like Tree Swenson, Sam Hamill, Finn Wilcox, Pat Fitzgerald, Tim McNulty, Michael Daley, Mike O' Connor, Bill Porter, Steve Johnson, Rusty North, Gwen Head, Scott Walker.

Forever young.

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R E A D      M O R E !

TIM MCNULTY ~

T I M      M C N U L T Y

THREE TETON POEMS

With No Song

Evening in the Tetons,

a single cloud trails north

from the summit,

and the broken walls are etched sharply

in a low angle of light

All night

the canyon will sing

the same song to itself,

and wind will curl

about the ridges and towers

with nothing to promise,

with no song it hasn't sung

for an epoch or two

and nothing new in its pocket

but a handful of sand.

In the Burrow of Night

Early fall on Owl Creek,

the stars step slowly across the valley

and frost circles the tent.

A great gray owl barks and

hoots up the pine woods,

first west of camp, then closer north

then back.

Waking in the moonless dark,

I am, for a moment, a small

pocket gopher or hare — some

long-lingering mammalian kin —

and burrow down into my bag

'against the chill,' I tell myself.

Frost

Somehow the delicate

evening sky blue petals

of roundelay bluebells survive

the thick evening frost

unscathed

and nod only slightly

to the dew drenched morning,

where even the tough

old sagebrush limbs

bow to it.

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T I M     M C N U L T Y

Ascendance

Pleasure Boat Studio 

2013

Tim McNulty is a poet, essayist, conservation activist, and nature writer. He was born and grew up in Connecticut's Quinnipiac River Valley and attended Northeastern University and the University of Massachusetts at Boston. There he met poet Denise Levertov who inspired him with her powerful fusion of visionary poetics and political activism. Tim traveled throughout the West after college and settled on the Olympic Peninsula in 1972. He lives with his wife, Mary Morgan, in the foothills of the Olympic Mountains above the Dungeness and Graywolf rivers. A passionate spokesman for the wild, Tim remains active in the Northwest environmental community.

Tim's poetry collections are: Ascendance (Pleasure Boat Studio, 2013), In Blue Mountain Dusk (Pleasure Boat Studio, 1992), and Pawtracks (Copper Canyon Press, 1978). He is the author of ten poetry chapbooks, including: Cloud Studies, Some Ducks, Through High Still Air, Reflected Light, Tundra Songs, As a Heron Unsettles a Shallow Pond, and Last Year's Poverty. 

Tim's award-winning books on nature include: Olympic National Park: A Natural History (University of Washington Press), The Art of Nature (Fall River Press),  Washington's Mount Rainier National Park (Mountaineers Books), Washington's Wild Rivers (Mountaineers Books), From the Air: Olympic Peninsula (Greywolf Publishers), Grand Teton: Where Lightning Walks and Grand Canyon: Window on the River of Time, among others.

EARTH ~

Robert Sund

FEBRUARY 27, 1978


After staying up late
at Lyle's
--------rice & spinach
----sourdough
hot coffee
stories strung together
----in the night,
I went home to
light a fire in my stove.



A long time since I was here.
I open the door —
moonlight on the floor
-----like a silver plate at a feast!
I strike a match
light the lamp,
and look around.
My house looks at me
-----surprised.
My bed,
my table and chair,
the stove,
the cedar walls.
Everything looks
---------surprised and
-----speechless at me.

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JANUARY 1, 1984



It snowed last
-----night while everyone slept.
In the clear sky and sunlight
ten miles away
---------the foothills take
-----one white step
-------------into the mountains.

There is only a handful of this edition printed (I believe 350 books) so row swiftly to catch your copy. Sund's "journals" were complete and exquisite poems, and this collection, netted by two of his friends, the poets Tim McNulty and Glenn Hughes, shows the same polish and gleam of Sund's earlier and seminal collection of poems Ish River. Not to be without.

http://www.pleasureboatstudio.com/


see also:
http://www.robertsundpoetshouse.org/bio.cfm

Photograph of Robert Sund courtesy of Mary Randlett