Agatha–Kiley Grantges
Agatha hid things in the attic,but no one ever knew.Accumulated artifacts and modern makingsthat perhaps possessed some woo-woo. One could gander they were trivial,but such a statement would be too
Sunset–JoRene Byers
My archer’s gazeis drawn to gold,the bull’s-eye,the secret ending of a day,an orbinexorablydrawndown,disappearingin the tide. I can’t look away.I dreamof starsin the seaand in the sky. TomorrowI findgolden glintsin myriadconstellations
Morning Sunlight Haiku–Ann Ornie
Like fingers reaching,morning sunlight shimmers throughthe back garden hedge. When Ann Ornie isn’t writing or reading she can be found rambling through the north coast woods on an adventure. She
Solidago Chalcedony–Ari Blatt
Strawberry Full Moon It’s the lowest it could be,causes a pink tint—our atmosphere’s lens-making.But two nights ago,and early this morningthe moon I sawwas light goldenchampagnechalcedony.My mind attaches to thingsand people
Bigleaf Maple on the Trask: Christina M. Burress
The cool nights and dewy mornings of autumnherald the salmon’s journey upriver,black bear’s earnest calorie loadingand elk’s bugle and battle to attract a mate–almost everywhere life’s ancient rhythmreveals herself. The
Mana, My Feline Teacher–Barbara S. Stott
Wild and loving ebony companion, you live on your own terms. Asserting your sovereignty, no one can just scoop you up. You will approach when you wish sensing energies aligned
Toxic Flowers (Now That He’s Gone)–Katja Biesanz
The table is now adorned by lilies. There are daffodils in the kitchen. We can leave the door open to breezes. The earpieces of my new glasses will not be
Loss–David Dillon
Memoir: I’ve suffered losses of all kinds in my long life. They ranged from insignificant to tragic. One of the worst was when my cocker spaniel Julie died. I was
The Delight of a Tiny Nosetap–JoRene Byers
Our Cocker Spaniel Jasmine used to do that. She’d follow me down the hall, and I’d feel the barest touch of her sweet black nose, at the tender vulnerable crook
Zakhir–Judith Sugg
Memoir: Who loves you? Can you find an image of the one that loves you in your mind? They might be anyone, present or past. In your mind’s eye, imagine
