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Nautical Twilight PM Selection
A Dream of Dragons I see dragons in the sky while Eva sees attacking bears. Too quickly, the clouds shift and both sky creatures dissipate. The snow is on its way, Eva says. We better head home. We race each other back to the… Continue Reading “Nautical Twilight PM Selection”
Sunset Selection
The Blizzard and Syrian Wisdom On a mid-March Monday in 2003, my students were restless with rumors of storm, thrilled that school might close on days scheduled for standardized testing, events they dread more than final exams or flu shots. Robot calls came Tuesday… Continue Reading “Sunset Selection”
Solar Noon Selection
The Winter Whale It is winter when I find the body. Frost swirled across the thick skin like remnants of some burial rite, hard and beautiful. The very edge of the ocean partially frozen, crunchy and lace-like, a phenomenon I loved because it rarely… Continue Reading “Solar Noon Selection”
Sunrise Selection
Winter Prayer ~ for Ed After he died, I shoveled snow at night in the black bracing cold when the sky was bright with stars. My gloved hands pushed and lifted and turned the thick wooden handle as the full moon emerged slowly from… Continue Reading “Sunrise Selection”
Astronomical Twilight AM Selection
night snow deepening the old dog’s breaths ©2018 by Jennifer Roman Jennifer Roman lives in Millstone Township, NJ with her husband, identical twin boys, and dog, Chewie. Her poetry has been published in journals including Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Presence, Mothers Always… Continue Reading “Astronomical Twilight AM Selection”
Solstice Series: Winter Submissions Open
Solstice Series: Submit your winter entries of poetry, flash fiction, and mini essay for free.
almond blossom ballet…
almond blossom ballet choreographed by delicate spring breeze ©2018 by Roberta Beach Jacobson Roberta Beach Jacobson is an American writer who spent most of her life in Europe. She tried retiring, but it didn’t work.
Coyotes
The coyotes are crying tonight. From across the creek Their wild howls Rise in the trees, Drift over rooftops Through open windows. Not far from our lawns and driveways Lies an ancient world, Of drought, hunger, fire and flood. Of open range and primal… Continue Reading “Coyotes”
A Tall One
Upon my deck, a vodka poured up tall, I gaze out over my domain of green: An acre verdant wrapped in grassy shawl And sunset rain to add a glassy sheen. King Arthur with his table round and fair, Bright pennants on his soaring… Continue Reading “A Tall One”
Kill Zone
Deer are still staying on their respective sides of the former Iron Curtain a quarter of a century after the electrified barbwire border fencing was removed at the end of the Cold War. ~ EARTHWEEK, 5 March 2014 The spotted fawn does not come… Continue Reading “Kill Zone”
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