Journal

Gary Lark

The Gate Grandma was a gruff old bird. When she went to a schoolboard meeting, which wasn't often, they'd be…

1 year ago

Stefanie Lee

The Bell Song between the gaps of living, a bell rings clear—a pulse flows from dirt to acknowledge that things…

1 year ago

Marilyn McCabe

Duffy Tries to Find a Way to Open Ocean Through the Longest Ice-in in Ten Years --Twillingate, Newfoundland The moans…

1 year ago

Frank C. Modica

See-ums This year they are the size of permanent marker dots left on the bottom of weather charts tracing the…

1 year ago

Cecil Morris

The Harvest Moon Calls Us Again Past halfway from equator to northern pole, harvest moon drops so low it bounces…

1 year ago

John Muro

Buttermilk Falls From this bare outcropping of stone, I watch the giddy river flee its headwaters beneath a canopy of…

1 year ago

LeeAnn Olivier

Bolivar Ferry As we cross over the water, moon jellies clap the causeway, filmy, phosphorescent, Bolivar a black pearl of…

1 year ago

Darrell Petska

Elegy for Grit and Gumption A shack with an overhead door, a grimy window, an unspeakable john, and a back…

1 year ago