Poetry

An Owl as a cowl – offered – refused – What pose could be Struck with Claws such as those? a Cowl such as that – unesteemed at Home – Vestment of Feather, hollow of Bone. There’s no prize for devotion – no praise for what’s Feral, not a glad hand extended for one who […]

Overhead: the soaring sounds, Calling. Down here: The edgy electricity Jostles limbs, Loosening blackened blooms And thickened tassels Of tiny pears to the back porch Wind chime chatter. Damn these winds! To stir stale oceans, Stomping seasons, And lifting life anew In their leaving. Sam A. Flanagan

A hazy day at Humboldt Bay, moments of Zen Watching pelicans play Offering thanks to Last night’s dreams, where stories are told In impossible schemes Movement and freedom Combine in a dance, loosening images Unfurled, entranced. Lori Cole

50 Blissful Years Together Love is so fickle, As we all change over time. We are so lucky!! First Impressions Virtually live My heart still, fills beyond me As Arnie arrives. First Touch Cradled in both arms, Hearts are beating together With smiles all around. Kirk Gothier (new grandpa)

Tree at Glen Paul catching on fire slight lisp blurring my words Overbite from birth I stare at the sun until it hurts Red maple leaves stir memories of lost kin I shut my eyes tight afterimages from sun too bright dance like mirages set on fire Lex Valtenbergs

Watching the pecking order firsthand At the bird feeder under the awning Outside my kitchen window where, This day, finches rule the roost. The males sport bright red feathers, Flashing flags sure to attract females. Along comes a slender siskin, a diminutive Tyrant who drives the larger birds away. But soon the finches return to […]

We love our hens most of the time Until in flower beds they mine For tender worms and little bugs Digging up the roots and grubs Uprooting bulbs and killing flowers With their marvelous scratching powers Then I fear I cannot see Why we let those hens run free 🤬 Dottie Simmons

Wind stirs trees from their long sleep Spring has come again Life awakens from the roots. Elena

i could tell you what this or that wave means, but it wouldn’t matter – and that’s best. watch Orion into the dark of night. we slingshot together just like we did on the cup and saucers, flung and spun. no tickets needed. each of us knows this and yet it eludes us. Monte Merrick

These are ancient wars we’ve been born into; they aren’t anything we haven’t known nor are they ever really comprehended by any of us yet rather than take that walk into the forest to learn what we need to know about the root of all things we just keep resurrecting what would be best laid […]

From plum trees pink petals fall as redwood sorrel sings a song of spring and trillium prepare to perform their seven-year ritual of breaking hearts with the force of beauty. Far away young soldiers fall and are covered with snow as Europe wakes from a seven-decade dream hearts blown to bits flowers refusing to bloom. […]

Their picture was on the front page of the New York Times A loose pile of bodies on pavement. The eight year old daughter looked like she was taking a nap Perhaps dreaming of the little dog the article said still barked from a backpack A blond-haired son curled next to the mother, her eyes […]