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2013 Writing Prompt is: "The funniest thing happened in Auburn"

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            A MATTER OF TASTE

            Ferocious steel teeth


            grind chunks of wallboard


            mangle iron


            crush lumber


            Delicacies for the modern dinosaur


            The Marvel is no more


            But will be reborn


            part of the Auburn Promenade


            And the tyrannosaurus-wreck


            will seek other feeding grounds


            City of Pacific Poet Laureate



Humane Society Night at the Museum  


Auburn has always been home to me. The community hosts many great events and comes together to help further the growth and well being of Auburn and surrounding communities. One such day stood out above the rest on the commitment of Auburn.


The Auburn Valley Humane Society was asking the public to help raise awareness and funds to open Auburn’s very own Humane Society. I was invited to a gathering to help raise awareness at the White River Valley Museum by Les Grove Park. Inside the Museum, pictures were hanging up centered around animals throughout history in Auburn.


The event hosted small tables showing the building layout and services the Auburn Valley Humane Society will offer for animals and animal owners. Staff was on hand to answer any questions and give more details to help raise awareness for a great cause.


That night will always stick in my mind. The turn out during that evening at the Museum was great. Many people came out to help with donations, ideas or to help volunteer their time. They were a step showing the depth of commitment and caring of Auburn. Since then, progress has picked up and soon Auburn will have it's very own  Humane Society to help animals in need. 


I am honored to be a part of Auburn and such a great community.


Samantha Scott



Saving Sammy the Seagull

Driving home after work across the small town of Auburn, I was jolted out of my mundane routine by a plain gray seagull, a bird I’ve called a wannabe eagle, which to most is mainly a pest.

As I stopped at a light, I saw this seagull flopping around on the road beside me. To help the seagull, I would’ve had to drive through the intersection, turn around, and come back through the light, since I was headed in the opposite direction. When the light changed I drove away thinking: someone else will help the seagull.

As I drove away, I kept thinking of the seagull’s face and earnest look in its eye as it fought to fly, and I knew it was going to get run over by a car at any moment. I kept telling myself someone else will help it, but finally I circled around and headed back to the seagull, knowing I would not be happy with myself if I didn’t try to help.

Driving back, I half expected to find the seagull smashed on the road, but when I arrived it was nestled up against the curb, resting. Parking in the lot behind Albertsons, I sat in my car looking at the bird, and thought: I don’t know what I am supposed to do. Looking in the backseat, I saw a towel left for my dog. Grabbing the towel, I jumped out of the car, and headed toward the seagull.

When I got close to the seagull it struggled away from me back into the street and I saw blood under its wing. I still didn’t have any idea what to do, but as I walked up behind, the bird fell down, and I dropped the towel over it. Scooping its wings in, I picked the seagull up with its head facing away from me. It immediately stretched its neck around and lunged at my nose with snapping beak.  Quickly I stretched my arms out and held the seagull as far away from my face as possible. We eyed each other.

I started walking across the street feeling self-conscious, thinking that people probably think I’m stupid, saving a seagull. As soon as I got to the other lane a van drove over the spot where I had lifted the bird. To my surprise, the woman driving rolled down her window and yelled, “thank you!”

Holding the seagull as far away as possible as it was still snapping its beak at my nose, I said: “don’t worry; you’re going to be okay.” It looked taken aback as it considered my words. Its beak paused in mid snap.

I walked up the entrance to the parking lot where my car was, thinking: okay, now - what am I going to do? I was picturing a drive with the seagull wrestling around in my car, renewing its desire to eat my nose. Then I imagined myself trying to care for it at home with an overexcited dog and two hungry-eyed cats.

Walking up the entrance to the parking lot, a jeep driving out stopped, and the man driving asked: “Is that a hurt bird? What are you going to do?” Looking at him and shrugging I said, “I don’t know.”

The man said: “I could take the bird. My daughter works with birds.” With a wave of relief I told him, “that would be wonderful.” He backed his jeep up into the parking lot and pulled over by my car. Getting out, he opened the back of his jeep and said, “we can put the seagull there.”

Ignoring my sudden worry he might be a seagull poacher, I set the seagull in the small space behind the back seat and tucked the towel around it tightly so it couldn’t thrash around. The seagull seemed resigned now to its fate, perhaps realizing that it was being helped.

The man took my phone number so that he could call and tell me about the seagull’s progress, and as he walked away he said: "I’ll call Cindy the bird lady and let her know about Sammy the Seagull.”

My heart soared for Sammy.

Cindy M. Hutchings



I Saw 


As I drove away

Into the consummation of night,

I looked back and saw…

I saw her with her head

Confined in the pseudo-comfort

Of her gentle hands.

And the tears fell,

Not like rain,

But rivered rivulets

Of agony;

And it was impossible to tell

Who had been injured worse

By the words of severance.

I wanted to turn around

To hold her in my arms

One last time before,


But I did not know
What I should do,

What I COULD do

So I continued into

The Hadean yawn


Benjamin Cook

32 years of age






P.O. Box 2311

Auburn, WA 98071-2311