Kidnapping the last happy day You can ask why did we do it? But I would say – why not? We have kidnapped the last happy day in the Universe. It was easy – it was just being itself – not expecting trouble. And we have had enough – and action was called for. It’s not that I like to see its hands and feet bound – It’s not that […]
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Laura Grace Weldon | Free range poems
Weed I Won’t Pull Some hardship curved it into a green ampersand. Tendrils sprout along a resolute stem. I want to lean close, ask for some photoautotrophic wisdom. Listen to the soil’s bacterial choir. Convert to the worship plants have practiced since the Beginning. *** November Morning at Dawn Jacket over nightgown over boots I walk out back exhaling clouds, bucket of kitchen scraps swinging in hand. Better than a […]
Elaine Reardon | All the Earth
I bow to worms, bacteria, microorganisms, small seed packets that wait patiently for the right conditions to begin new life. What you seek in this forest garden seeks you. New life pushes up beneath forest floor litter. In the shadows life emerges, just beyond the edge of vision. — Elaine Reardon is a poet, herbalist, educator, and member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators. Her chapbook, The Heart […]
Joe Cottonwood | All we didn’t say in words
Grocery Checkout Wow those are nice earrings there’s something playful about them you know what I mean they remind me of a charm bracelet the crossbar with the little doodads dangling down those beads are such a pretty shade of blue or is it turquoise Oh I’m sorry I really wasn’t hitting on you but I can understand it’s uncomfortable to have a stranger give such attention to your earlobe […]
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