Nature Poetry… At a Rest Area Outside Des Moines 25 Oct 202015 Oct 2020 Cheryl sees it first, a deer as white as a child's paper cut-out grazing with the herd in the sunset stubble past the parking lot where we've stopped the…
Nature Poetry… Beach Walk 25 Oct 202015 Oct 2020 Leave the car at the Old Coast Guard Station parking lot, leave traffic noises, the low bustle of tourists through pier village shops, for the dirt path between cedars. …
Nature Poetry… Feathers 24 Oct 202015 Oct 2020 Poem by Karina Lutz Karina Lutz worked as a sustainable energy advocate for three decades. Earlier, she received an MSJ from Medill School of Journalism, and worked as an editor,…
Where is Your Wild Domesticated 24 Oct 202017 Oct 2020 Under April’s helpless shine the city foresters shovel and bucket clinks of leaf mush from curb corners, fresh food softened by spring getting dumped and spread across the tree boxes…
Nature… Parsnips 24 Oct 202024 Oct 2020 Such tiny discs, paper thin: most blow away on the wind and seeds that stick sit tight and wait before deciding to germinate. But those that wake in this clay…
Nature Flash Fiction… Why the Creek Weeps 23 Oct 202015 Oct 2020 Photos and Story by Ricardo Jose Gonzalez-Rothi An academic physician and scientific writer, Ricardo has had his fiction, creative non-fiction and poetry featured in the U.S. and in the U.K.,…
Through the Eyes of Nature Doe 23 Oct 202015 Oct 2020 My hooves surefooted search for firm ground as panting I cross the icy highway that divides forest food from winter beds I cross safely my chestnut thighs surging and I…
Nature… Blue Milk 23 Oct 202018 Oct 2020 A late April snow clouds the view of fence line and the trees are an elegant velcro black against the hills. The soft thrum of fattened snowflake drowns sound into…
Nature… Tunneling 22 Oct 202022 Oct 2020 below the ground now wet and cold the old dirt greeting the new and becoming mud expanding as the water slips through each surface gap, you worm your way through…
Where is Your Wild Wollaston Beach 22 Oct 202015 Oct 2020 Every morning while we lie in bed before a day of unfinished sentences and clients keeping us long on the phone just 20 minutes away, the apricot sun hits…
Nature Poetry… Escape 22 Oct 202015 Oct 2020 Nature is my escape anywhere I am. I go wild in my mind when I think of it. It’s a refuge anytime I need to get away, To take…
Nature… Perfectly Imperfect 21 Oct 2020 In order of appearance: Perfectly Imperfect Devine Ordinary Mind's Eye Photographs by Nicole Thompson My name is Nicole Thompson and I have had a passion for photography for about…
Nature… Requiem for a Woodlouse 21 Oct 202018 Oct 2020 Busy sweeping up my house I came across a woodlouse lying on the curve of its back beside an armchair. What, asleep my love? Dead, my dove? I saw that…
Nature Poetry… Circles 21 Oct 202014 Oct 2020 I am considering circles while I watch the big crow pick at the newly dead carcass of the mallard duck, so fresh the emerald band at his neck…
Nature… Dawn’s Gift 21 Oct 202021 Oct 2020 Standing on the edge of night and day I wash my worries with the rain. And paint my hopes in watercolors across my soul, with a palette of Blush Peony…
Through the Eyes of Nature What Does the Wood Thrush Say? 20 Oct 202014 Oct 2020 What does the wood thrush say? Thus, begins in early May Warbling and bubbling vocalization Speaking to every nation The Creator’s secret concoction To each soul’s provocation Daily the summer…
Nature Poetry… Autumn in the Wings 20 Oct 202015 Oct 2020 Twigs’ lush medium is converting to calligraphy, the dismissal of leaves to launch its winter forewarning. Laden with late acorns, squirrels chuck-chuck meaningless memos, counter-balance full bellies, tails unfurled.…
Nature Photography… Where is Your Wild? 20 Oct 202022 Oct 2020 Photos by Henry Chen I see myself as a fare result of the post-secondary education effort. Learnt a lot while I was at York University studying Visual Arts.…
Nature… Backyard Sermon 20 Oct 202018 Oct 2020 I wandered as a boy Wondered at such Creation From the Almighty Such great imagination Rambling in breezy nocturnal retrospect Soaking in tales and circumspect Myriad stars and katydid choir…
Nature… Fallen 19 Oct 202019 Oct 2020 You know the sound – That light scrape of leaf Once fallen. Like an old transistor Radio switched on It crackles Passing along the street With grace and a Gentle…
Nature Flash Fiction… Crow and Sunny 19 Oct 202013 Oct 2020 I used to watch her running through the dog pasture. She was shaggy. Her ears dark and long, almost to the ground, stuck way out from her head. Seven or…
