Willawaw Journal Fall 2024 Issue 19

Tricia Knoll

Good Enough The proud mother, behind the child’s painting, urged blood red for the seesaw. The little girl stopped– good…

3 months ago

Amy Miller

Full English Breakfast is our waking to the wind biting broken teeth into black clouds, rafters, drafts, handfuls of wake-up…

3 months ago

John C. Morrison

It’s not impolite to stare at a tree Even a tree winter naked. A tree that didn’t glory in spare,…

3 months ago

John Muro

Early Morning: March Past porchlight, the barn sleeps still, huddled beneath the snow-bound trees, while a worm moon of oriental…

3 months ago

Sarah Barton

Nested Blizzard Books a la Hedi Kyle. Papers: Shizen, paste, origami, chiyogami, decorative.  6”x 20”.

3 months ago

Darrell Petska

Welcome to Our Hill Sandals are fine: it’s a mild, 10-minute climb. From the top, looking west, you’ll see fields…

3 months ago

Vivienne Popperl

Fine China My parents’ wedding china was Honiton Green— gifted by my grandparents, dainty Honiton Green. Delicate porcelain by appointment…

3 months ago

Lindsay Sears

Ghazal: Earth: Hear, Here --after Ronald Johnson (EarthEarthEarth) and thinking of Kirschen, Russolo, and Schafer Sound is personal. A lonely…

3 months ago

Connie Soper

Postcard from March I write to you amidst a great thaw—not quite the advent of spring, not yet quitting winter.…

3 months ago

Rebecca A. Spears

The Migratory Seasons Golden plovers, in the migratory seasons, fly for days, seemingly tireless, over open ocean, from Alaska to…

3 months ago