Hibernation Winterscape 18 May 202117 May 2021 Veined leaves wrinkle and wither an anarchy of wind moves through them chills the bare bones of trees their icy pronged fingers frozen mid-air trunks of grey spines, stand raw…
Hibernation Snow and Sky 16 May 202114 May 2021 The sun tightens her flush kerchief around snow and sky, an inseparable bond. I wake to the thought of you, I sleep under your peaceful watch trusting the throat…
Hibernation Persephone 15 May 202128 Apr 2021 Persephone Was she always like a moth against the flame desperate to get back to day, to planting season, held below against her will, tear-streaked prisoner on her underground throne?…
Hibernation Threshold 14 May 202130 Apr 2021 Photograph by anne richardson anne richardson primarily is a poet though her recent passion includes photography. She believes in inviting images (asking them permission) into her camera or iPhone. That…
Hibernation Sweeping Away the Clutter 13 May 202130 Apr 2021 Photograph by anne richardson anne richardson primarily is a poet though her recent passion includes photography. She believes in inviting images (asking them permission) into her camera or iPhone. That…
Hibernation Dance of the Neurons 12 May 202130 Apr 2021 For me, a seizure is a timeless event. I don’t mean timeless in the sense that it is classic, to be lasting over decades; I mean that the seizure itself…
Hibernation Burying Treasure 11 May 202130 Apr 2021 Poem by Carol Wolf Carol Wolf is a graphic designer and fine artist living in northern New Jersey. She received her BFA from the School of Art at The…
Hibernation Toil Not and Neither Spin 10 May 202130 Apr 2021 My father believed in flowers. Winter winds blew away the petals. Broke the seed pods open. His body feeds a garden now One that waits for the sun’s return. …
Hibernation Mass Dragonfly Emergence 9 May 202128 Apr 2021 Photo by Martha Nance Martha Nance is a physician in Minnesota who blows the dust off the camera lens every summer to look at the world around her.
Hibernation Step Away 8 May 202110 May 2021 Step away from your heart. Let it rest a season, a year, more. As long as it takes. Let its soil rest. Become fallow. Let rain come. Then snow.…
Hibernation Witch Brooms 7 May 202110 May 2021 Witch Brooms Some of us will not make it, expire singing the same chord with rattled tongues but don’t worry, we’ve signed our wills burned our love letters— water locust…
Hibernation The Why of Trees 6 May 202128 Apr 2021 Poem by Lou Storey "The Why of Trees" speaks to both estrangement for family as a gay man, as well as the healing that nature provides. Writer, artist,…
Hibernation Go There 5 May 202128 Apr 2021 go there there is nothing left but torn wrappings the smiles have faded the hoopla has changed the fire burned out the ashes are cold there is nothing left ……………………..…
Hibernation My Hollow 4 May 202121 Apr 2021 Photo by Gwynneth Green Gwynneth Green uses the camera and the written word to create Photo Musings, merging text within image inviting the viewer closer inspection that provides a…
Hibernation Missing 3 May 202126 Apr 2021 Jessi sat contentedly in Jake Nez Winter’s warm, quiet presence as he drove into mustang country on the road that would get her closest to where she’d last seen a…
Hibernation Nature Takes Its Own 1 May 202126 Apr 2021 Silence of the season: birds have fled, insects froze, frogs buried themselves in mud. Wind in bare branches, grasses rustling sounds. Time of change, seasons turning from growth to rest…
Hibernation Stimulus Gratitude 30 Apr 202126 Apr 2021 Carefully emerging from social seclusion we join the ranks of world famous hibernators _______hedgehogs, wood frogs, _______turtles, snakes, snails, _______bumblebees, bats and bears fellow creatures that innately understand the when…
Hibernation A Large Bear Swims 29 Apr 202126 Apr 2021 The shadow shape in front of me looks almost normal, walking afternoon roads. Arms, almost shapely. Body, almost proportional. None of that pear-shaped loping; this seems almost a jaunt. My…
Hibernation Beneath Route 32 28 Apr 202126 Apr 2021 A winter-dried branch snapped as I walked to the creekside with my mother. She wore her waders and rubber gloves and had already begun her study; patiently, she sifted for…
Hibernation Winter’s Omen 27 Apr 202126 Apr 2021 When the sun called me to worship I stood alone near the oak tree legs, roots reaching down leaves, skin soaking in sustenance and relished what was soft what was…
Hibernation Coming From Frozen 27 Apr 202126 Apr 2021 I wonder how the green frog feels at the end of winter, buried in mud under a waterbody, body diffused with glucose so that crystals cannot form to pierce a…
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