Cedar Sigo

Cedar Sigo Poems

Leave the long fall between us (peak after peak)
Here were my paints and there were my powders
And then I was drunk and we lost each other
My shadow tumbled after
...

The mouth of the cavern
is cut along the top like snowy peaks
in cartoons—it zigzags. I sweat onto
...

Cedar Sigo Biography

Cedar Sigo (born February 2, 1978 in Washington State) is a writer of art, literature and film. Cedar Sigo was raised in Suquamish located within the Port Madison Indian Reservation in Washington State. In 1995 he was awarded a scholarship to study at Naropa Institute's Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics in Boulder Colorado. It was there that he studied and interacted with well-known poets, such as Allen Ginsberg, Anne Waldman, Lisa Jarnot, Alice Notley, and Joanne Kyger. Sigo is the author of several books and pamphlets of poetry, some of which have been included in various magazines and anthologies. Sigo has given poetry readings in various locations across the United States, including the Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church, the Museum of Contemporary Art, The San Francisco Poetry Center, San Francisco Art Institute, and the Suquamish Community House, also called sgwәdzadad qәł ?altxw (The House of Awakened Culture). His poems have appeared in The Poker, Yolanda Pipeline's Magazine, Shampoo, RealPoetik, Puppy Flowers, Suspect Thoughts, 6x6, and New York Nights, among other journals. Currently, he still lives in San Francisco and is the editor of the Old Gold Press.)

The Best Poem Of Cedar Sigo

Panels for the Walls

Leave the long fall between us (peak after peak)
Here were my paints and there were my powders
And then I was drunk and we lost each other
My shadow tumbled after
Soaking cinnamon leaves in the lake of the moon
The roll of the damned drum calls me to duty
The dice in the light of the lamp
I hear a stone gong
I lean full weight on my slender staff
Yellow leaves shaken and petals confused to my garden
The hard road is written to music
How lovely locks, in bright mirrors, in high chambers
The moon shows further a gold and silver terrace
The northern grass is blue as jade
(A dream) venting in the pit of heaven

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