Late Greening Maple Deep into April now. And farther south it would be further along than this, but big and old and stock still, it
When Writing is Worship By John F. Zurn
When Writing is Worship If no one reads my quiet verse because my words are stumbling; then writing may become a curse while I insist
Octopus By Christian Ward
Octopus Always a nonet, not a sonnet. Blue blooded. A disco ball to outshine every cuttlefish, outsmart every last crow. The sea thumps to its
Interwoven in the Fold By Adam Waddell
Interwoven in the Fold For Andy Goldsworthy To lean into the wind. To learn the way of trees. And to submit myself to time and
Two Poems by Noreen A. Oesterlein
Ode to the Dance of the Leaves She waltzes with the falling leaves as they tumble in air triple time dreams she weaves under branches
The Recumbent Gypsy By Matthew Banash
The Recumbent Gypsy My grandmother Was a gypsy She just didn’t know it Yet There are swabs of spit That return a sequence Telling me
Grand Little Things 