Willawaw Journal Fall 2022 Issue 15

Notes from the Editor

Hello Readers, Though not official on the calendar, the days have already shifted and shortened; autumn is here. Many of…

2 years ago

Ken Anderson

Sparrows A surgeon soon will open your ears, letting in the din. For years, I’ve watched the sparrows perched in…

2 years ago

Frank Babcock

Astronomy and Me Planets, real and imagined, often get attention here on earth. Like Frank Herbert’s Dune Wonder, Arrakis, home…

2 years ago

Jodi Balas

My Lover's in Texas My lover's in Texas-- Left with a white flag and wet bones, no luggage. Said he…

2 years ago

Louise Cary Barden

Autumn Song In the trees a mad flurry of warblers – Cape May, Tennessee, Black-and White, Chestnut-Sided-- spring colors gone…

2 years ago

Carol Berg

I Try Not to Think Walking along the Squannacook River, the dog eager, herding us while the river, also eager,…

2 years ago

Robert Beveridge

The Gorilla Who Has Been Sitting on my chest for the past three weeks asks me how I feel about…

2 years ago

Ace Boggess

Moving Furniture We must displace what has been forgotten, discarded: an old bed on which no one has slept in…

2 years ago