Category: Poetry

by clare e. potter Trapped, I woke to my garden, looked out the window for the hummingbird on the feeder, but beyond, in the ugly corner on the wire fence, ther...

by Holly Day The tiny bird flaps in the grass near me watches my approach with eyes like glass beads opens its mouth as if expecting random acts of maternal kin...

by Agnes Marton We wander like this: the Hart, the Hind (myself), the Kid, ruminant. Hardly a herd. We browse through leaves of surrender, skip for squirrels...

by Sherry Rind When our wish calls him forth, a mass breaks the bush and into the weight of being, part dancer trotting en pointe, part tank, lumps and horns ev...

by Rebecca Gethin a pulsating jig of injelligence, all on my own in the waterdance Disguised as water I see through myself a series of dots connecting suckers t...

by Miranda Cichy   On the lawn of Schloss Bothmer the stork blew in like a silk dress lifted from the line. Shot once by spear in Africa, it carried itself...

by Michele Battiste 1. From the Ground Where the sky, where the water tower, where the parapet, the eave, the telephone wire, where the lights are beautiful but...

by Jean Atkin when I looked, the starlings _____were there on the estuary __________blacker than its greys they lifted, shapeshifted _____became single, coiling...

by Sarah Brown Weitzman Last night a calf was born to my yoke partner’s mate and we moaned though low because it is to live as we and all before us live we who ...