Poetry

Rarely looking up Fingers intentionally Touch all that matter Kirk Gothier

Where can we go Half as nice as here Beneath towering trees Reaching to the Heavens With Pacific Waves Embracing Lost Coasts and Shorebirds leaving Priceless footprints In each moment Kirk Gothier

Seventy degrees below zero, he woolly bear caterpillar rolls into a ball, and survives an Arctic winter.            For years, in rain, hail and lightning storms,            a woman hunches deep in her camo cocoon            on a bench in downtown Eureka. The little bears heart can stop in winter and then start again next […]

1 the actual world is not an imaginary friend. the moon in the sky is farther out than we can conceive but we can imagine what we imagine without end. we can walk to the foamy line where the surf runs up the sand and see the curve of our mother’s side – the old […]

You use less water Have no son or daughter Eat less meat Rely on your feet But industry dwarfs So the climate morphs A tipping point reached A levee is breached To an ostrich we relate For it may be too late Garrett Snedaker

Sun dances along tree tops Encouraging the darkness, As I walk uphill Past endless Sword Ferns Forever defending hillsides Better left alone. Kirk Gothier

grotesque El Greco oaks sprawl this quieted land. Fall does not taper into winter here; but ends abruptly, like a clock struck, the sun pending like the last apple of autumn. M. Taylor

The sharp granite point of Discovery Point points to a low-hanging curtain of rainbow projected onto fog rising from the dark blue lake. Gentle arc celebrates ephemera, the kiss of sun and mist.   Starting on the left, a cloud shadow slowly compresses the glow into the waves until it’s no more than a flat, […]

the bumble bee unlatches from the folds of a cosmos where it slept last night while I slept nearby inside a plastered wooden box I don’t know why I call it home one morning I may forget who I and begin to buzz and wobble maybe I too will lift from a cosmos and disappear […]

I didn’t really know him to be honest his life story what I knew of him was from our acquaintance out at the beach our conversations I always felt a deep kinship now that he’s gone I can hear his voice in my head it’s calming he left doing what he had spent so much […]

Sun comes up bright in a spotless sky again. Where is the November that was, that old month of rain and fog? Amaryllis’ poke out strong green leaves one week after I cut October’s wasted stalks. Did they forget about winter to come, how they used to bide their time or is this their spring […]

Who am I, when it’s overwhelmingly dark? Who am I, alone in this expanding gloom? Who am I, staring at weakly flickering candles? Who am I, writing in this otherwise unlit room? Who am I, untethered from the global clatter? Who am I, in this quiet city amid stark and present stars? Who am I, […]