Poetry

We be all Both feeder and feed, Be we corn or puma Or the long-limbed bittern Posed now among the cattails, Reluctant to be seen. By Doug Ingold

The River is now a great bridge The one constant that stretches morning Across the entire day Folding it neatly Gently Back into night… In between, freshly poured green water Water of life, Calling water Water that hides things And rarely reveals them. Even the rocks revel in their newfound tones Shouldering their neighbors with […]

I awoke at the bottom of the ocean. Loss of words, and little motion. A breath under water was hard to compare, to the taste of thick and earthy air. My heart began bubbling its own little beat, as algae paved pathways for my untampered feet. With each stroke I soared through the silkiest waves, […]

Walking from my car To Walgreens Pharmacy I look down at the floor Or to distant ceilings Avoiding the clutter Once familiar aisles Will bestow upon What I now see, As I move through Unfamiliar terrain Avoiding triggers Undoing me with Fear of another fall Spinning and hurling Trying to catch what Is left of […]

Fortunes come and go, little fly~ yesterday you may have thought yourself one of the privileged few, evading the pumpkin spider’s web and flying in the open door from the garden, finding a warm haven in advance of last night’s killing frost, And this morning, basking on the edge of the counter, rubbing your hindmost […]

you call me          tree and I call you          human    I like that you          are          different from me we have          names for each other and yet we hardly know each other    I like that you are different from me    we need one another and          yet   we […]

The rains came and you—who have known only a handful of winters— danced on the side of the road arms raised palms open welcoming the glory of it all while I, with more than seventy first rains behind me watched out for traffic and opened my heart to your joy. Carolyn Lehman

No rain for days, feeling hopeful Wind at my back, timing my stride Fallen brethren all around, but eying      the holy grail There it lies, perfectly convex veined and crisp A slight lateral movement, audibly     scraping concrete Anticipation rising, three steps, two     right foot conducts And the crinkled chorus ensues Garrett Snedaker

Tiny fencemen perched upon pickets At rest, armed, armored, readied, coated In colors of the realm Vert, sanguine, argent Their ladies, less elaborately clad than they Hovering nearby, favoring their fellows With discreet flashes Of corresponding color The prize has arrived Sky-mounted goblet Of immortal nectar Awaits he who proves worthy The slightest of salutes […]

last day of summer went out to the jetty after work sun just starting to dip down golden warm, light breeze paddled out at the channel then headed north to bunkers one or two people were up there caught a nice one right off the bat was thinking, is that it? decided to try to […]

September 2020 ~ pandemic and wildfires Poised and breathless, after too long away, my whole being turned toward home. But the path to Crater Lake was blocked by tortured, desiccated trees that immolated themselves in their rage. I can’t blame them. So I’m stranded here unwatered (except by my tears) and withering. At least I’ve […]

Low, pink clouds surprise. A glowing refreshment, Before the long exhale Of a wearied man having trudged so long Through dust, Succumbed to the dull stone, Scraped in thorns, Pasted in stickery sweat, To a vista: visited before, Briefly. The slow release into newness, And old places returning. This thirst will not go, It’s scratching, […]