Poetry

In raising children, Everything that matters Becomes apparent. Kirk Gothier

alongside frontage road between freeway and row after row of row house a piano straddles the broken train track the only thing unparalleled in the room it leans against the leg that ends with foot pumping peddle as a man plays his cheerful dirge and a lost dog poster sends a telegram to the breeze […]

It began as tiny as a dust mote Dancing in the mist Of the swirling waterfall Hundreds of feet deep in the narrow canyon Then circling, circling Upward and outward As if on golden tendrils Increasing in size As it rose Finally soaring White head and tail radiant in the sun Huge wings outstretched to […]

It began as tiny as a dust mote Dancing in the mist Of the swirling waterfall Hundreds of feet deep in the narrow canyon Then circling, circling Upward and outward As if on golden tendrils Increasing in size As it rose Finally soaring White head and tail radiant in the sun Huge wings outstretched to […]

I am so very glad that I am broken washed a thousand times beaten against the rocks of time cleansed of pride and foolish thoughts that I could be anything but sand Robin Jane Hodson

Whose ferns these are the canyon knows (As does the creek between your toes) The hadrosaurs won’t mind us here But neither would the plesios The dire wolves must think us deer (Prancing around on all fours here) Perhaps they will not think us steak If we behave like short-faced bear Our puma pelts we […]

Redwoods willing Every drip rises Above forest floors Towards horizons Calling forever To just let go — Kirk Gothier

Content For the storm to blow in Knowing everything Is covered. Content To be indoors now Letting sore body rest From work Content To enjoy the sunshine In the bouquet I picked Before the rain Dottie Simmons

Springtime is a honking goose, Hordes of busy bees, Enshelled chicks breaking loose, Leaflets on the trees Springtime is a bursting cloud, Rivers overrun, Lightning striking, thunder loud, Mist pierced by the sun Springtime is a rainbowed sky, Dew on sprouting grass, Bright-eyed bunnies bolting by, Days that longer last That is Springtime in your […]

Hello neighbor I see you there with you thumb-sized Cracker Jack toy surprise history book ranting about the world’s problems. I catch you sometimes peering through that rolled up paper tube out past your basement window scanning the horizon for the next threat in whatever shape or color it might be. And I hear you […]