Poetry

When I see the river again It will be a new river. Not just the never ending youth of Flowing water, But a path carved anew A canyon deepened, Newly sculpted By the bold hand Of the raging torrent Dottie Simmons

I had to cut the grass. The mower’s electric, so not as loud as gas. Chaco still growled and glared. When I finally stopped, Chaco finally shared, “I dislike the outdoor vacuum.” “Duly noted,” I replied, as Chaco sniffed an early bloom. Having picked up the clippers, Chaco asked me, “Are those outdoor scissors I […]

Fed by a series of winter storms, the local park’s seasonal pond has made its annual reappearance and now dozens of ducks, alerted by their innate pond-recognition software, have descended to take up residence. I pause on my daily walk to observe them going about their ducky business, gliding and head-dunking and quacking in entertainingly […]

Most Blessings Don’t come into Our lives Kicking & Screaming, Then cuddling beyond Wildest dreams… Still, we wonder If everything is ok When his eyes close, Dreaming beyond First notions of All we love. Kirk Gothier

Loneliness, one dwells in lonely places, one sees lonely places, we feel the slight breeze of a sad glance through the wind, we hear the silent tweet of a mockingjay wondering if he will mock the wrong person. Bang…he lays on the ground. Why must one die, why would you commit corruption, a crime. Bird, […]

Suddenly, the leaves are all gone. The storms gave ample notice: Ignored. The alders will now paint the day’s luster, On a rare afternoon, posing As a cruel cheat of Autumn, Dripping spoonfuls of honey, Across the big bends of a fresh river. Evenings are still two months out. Here, morning’s curfew still remains As […]

at twenty I wrote a poem that would be a song sung by a woman in her twenties when I was sixty at thirty I wrote a poem that was a dream I had at twelve of a woman who is eternal at forty I found that place between the biding time and fully awake […]

Only humans could contrive Infinite numbers of ways To turn devices On/Off. We all struggle looking for What activates everything Every minute, of every day. Fortunately, artificial intelligence will Soon enable us to simply ask, For whatever we need! Kirk Gothier

Buckets of stars Cast across the frozen snow Glitter on the drive home Dottie Simmons Dinsmore

“Stiff and stark sat the child – frozen to death, there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. ‘She wanted to warm herself,’ people said.”Hans Christian Anderson, “The Little Match Girl” Stars, falling thick as snowflakes, keep company with the cold of night. Like a candle wick, all spark and fizz, they […]

There once was a sweet rufous hummer Who came to my feeder all summer He twisted and twirled His bright colors swirled Now it’s winter- he’s gone What a bummer! Jean Munsee

Is how I remember you — in a single turning coil, or in scraps too uneven to hold together, and always feeling the blade moving beneath the skin where it would draw blood if the edge cut through. Jennifer Fumiko Cahill