To Think that in the dim light of morning’s silence, i count the ways a bird calls; I’m here, I’m this small satisfaction earns me
Two Poems By J. M. Jordan
Flint River Basin No, this is not the spring foreseen: from sudden frost and then to flood of piled-up jetsam, fields of mud and trash
Occupied Territory By Algo Gourley
Occupied Territory An eye for an eye Has made us both blind. What’s mine is now yours What’s yours was once mine. An endless story
Three Poems By William Conelly
THE GRADIENTS BETWEEN A falling branch, bull moose or bear, the stray shot from a hunter’s gun— ex-urban friends consider threats like these unworrying. They
summer Day By Valerie Forde-Galvin
summer day morning breezes set the trees to dancing in rhythm with the tao and the sprightly redbird song all is still at noontime slow
Two Poems By Frank William Finney
I Met an Old Muse who lived on toast and tepid tea and napped in a chair in the library. One day she woke up
Grand Little Things 