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Welcome to the seattle muse. We provide resources that enhance the poet's (and writer's) craft. And almost everything offered is free!

We feature over 200 links to various resources, separated into categories for ease of navigation. You will find many of these resources on the literary links page. On the opportunities page we offer links to job opportunities for writers; some are freelance opportunities, while others are positions advertised. Of course, there's an events page informing writers (and readers) of poetry events ranging from open mics to venues featuring well known writers.

We feel our best feature is the new submissions page. This is where you will find your poetry, especially if you are an unpublished and newer poet. If you would like to submit a poem to our site, follow the instructions on that page. All poetry submitted will be published at the sole discretion of the seattle muse.

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On the street

A half a block is all it takes. I’m close
to rage. He’s ten feet off my bumper. Laying
on his horn. I slam on my brakes. In my rear-view

mirror I watch as his head nearly whips
into his steering wheel. The sound of screaming
tires stops just short of my ass end. At my age

you wouldn’t think I could get on the street
that fast. That I could be so stupid.
He’s almost as fast. Just as old. I stop

two feet in front of him. I’m going to rip
your arm off and shove it so far up your ass
you’ll be able to pick your nose I tell him. I wait

to see who swings first. Then his mouth cracks
a small grin that grows into unclenched laughter.
I want to hang on to the anger but I start roaring

just as loud. We stop. Stare at each other. Not sure
what to do. He turns. Climbs back into his car.
Moves on past me. Slow. Giving up the road

he pulls away. I slip behind the wheel. Start
my engine. Take a deep breath. Affect a brief
smile. Look back as traffic continues its approach.