December 4, 2021

Patient Grasshopper

I notice him perched on my windshield as I drive the boys home from school: His legs like violin bows folded, black drupelet eyes alert, antennae erect. Perfect posture, perfect tranquility.
December 2, 2021

The Land is My Muse: Interview with Author Emily MacKenzie

“I personally adore almost anything fantasy or science fiction, and have a hard time sticking with a book that has no magic unless it’s an alternate world or universe. I think stories with a romantic plot, and even sub-plot, are drastically overdone and cliché, and eagerly search for books that focus less on the fictional idealised notions of love.”
November 20, 2021

Why Not Horses?

There is this passage, this song of creation that even babies utter praise and worship the King. Why not a fish who coughs up a coin?...why not horses…?
November 13, 2021

1865

1865, June 19th Land of the Lone Star Last of the Southern states
November 10, 2021

Book Review: Some Things I Still Can’t Tell You

These poems were written from the core of Misha’s being. Raw and beautiful, often moving the reader to the point of tears. I couldn’t put it down.
October 23, 2021

Rufus

"Many call you various names, but hearing the rustle of leaves in your coat, I called the mottled gold light, Rufus."
October 9, 2021

Returning

The bloom of our apple trees Is long over,
September 25, 2021

The Cat’s Value

She knows her name but refuses to come. She flicks tail and brushes legs. She knows her worth she knows her value. She’s mean and cranky yet she’s loved...
September 11, 2021

At Maple Park for Fireworks

Reminiscent poem about summer park fireworks.
September 4, 2021

Resident

Poetry: Not a native, but a resident...
August 28, 2021

Flight

From the corner of the clouds they came, scrambled at first without reason or pattern, just a will...
August 21, 2021

Friends

Whimsical poem about nature
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