Category: WrittenWordWednesday

ALILA FEVER

colorized close up of water rippling over a rock

path between rice fields -lined with stone lanterns – bears the hotel’s new name

Evolution of the White-Throated Sparrow

close-up of snow layered with blue and yellow flames

She could have made a different choice—Her blood parts, that is, her bone parts, parts

With complicated names, syllables hugging–Packages of sound on the siding of language.

WHALESONG

sardines swimming in a spinning school

whalesong’s bow displacement weight longing ©2019 by Ron Scully Ron Scully is a professionally retired bookseller.His first two chapbooks,Listening for 13 Blackbirds, and Darlington Braves will be published in the spring 2019. He has given up on being the Yale Younger Poet and Wimbledon,…

The Woman Downstairs

The Woman Downstairs has a calendar tacked to her kitchen wall

Next to the table for one, where she sits by the window

Looks out at the sliver of garden she keeps and

Footfall

tide submerging a rock

I walk following shoe print and bird fork as they press along together for a stretch, as if their pressers met and shared some brief common cause— a conversation which trailed off, the human plodding above the edge of rough toss, fowl returning to…

Beached Whale

abstract of water rushing over a rock that looks like a skull

She made a mistake, and died from it, sinking into the spongy, bubbling sand on the Atlantic shore of Colonsay. Careless, injured or impaired, old or tired, she came inshore too far and lost the tide, hemmed in between dune and sandbank and outcropping…

The Road to Big Bend

leafless winter tree silhouettes against a cloudy sky

Under an interrupt-this-broadcast gray sky. Headed west toward the quiet edge of Fort Worth the sky gets bigger. Deep in January the land is naked, exposing the razor burn hidden by the green in spring in summer. But winter is honest. And beneath the…

Still Life with Motion

abstract of fire colors layered on ink blots

In photographs, the Earth is still a circle. It’s a geometry we keep relearning, just at new velocities. We’re always at the open end of the radius. Asymptotes. The way any two numbers have infinite numbers between them, two numbers even further apart have…

To Be Tacked On Corporate Doors

pelican flying in blue sky

A bird stands in heaven. Spring. Cold, still. Taking the day one sky at a time. How deep the beats of wings, how smooth the gusts that raise them. Beauty. Spring cold. The sky one day at a time. Beauty still. We humans belong…

Cape Cod

reflection of pier and trees in water

Life can be lonely, winters are harsh red-winged blackbirds sing in the marsh spreading the word all throughout May and on cranberry bogs, “It’s opening day” families bond in sandals and sunhats at kettle ponds, on trails and beach flats pairs of lovers, delicate…