Princess by Amanda Little Rose There is something primal in the way she whispered winter into the rolling green meadows that were riddled with legends, and remnants of the time before Her eyes lit up the night and sprinkled starlight into moonbeams like a seed that grows into the dogwood trees by the river and beneath the gods on the mountain, Or the rolling … [Read more...] about Princess by Amanda Little Rose
Nature Poems
Weep Willow Reeds by Konstantin Nicholas Rega
Weep Willow Reeds by Konstantin Nicholas Rega After rain the earth has forgotten where it keeps you. But I disturb my pocket and retrieve a flute from the dark hollow I have dug with greedy fingers. Bone-white, for it is bone— your bone— that I have carved to go deedle deedle dee. Day to day I sit under a tree, its branches tangled leaves overhanging and … [Read more...] about Weep Willow Reeds by Konstantin Nicholas Rega
The End of Winter by Adrian Slonaker
The End of Winter by Adrian Slonaker In the early eighties when we still believed in the coming Ice Age as much as we trusted in Pac-Man's ghostkilling capabilities, frigid Great Lakes winters were the norm, with Himalayas of snow sloping onto sinister ice patches where you could slip and split your Jordaches, if not your head. Plunging wind chills be damned, recess … [Read more...] about The End of Winter by Adrian Slonaker
Feathers in Motion by Brianna Ricotta
Feathers in Motion by Brianna Ricotta Anxiety creates a motion of feathers that creates a stifling flow in her body. And then a rush of air caught in her chest, and will not dissipate. And the shaking bird- blue jay - must soar through the hurricane that could kill the bird, yet she keeps singing. She’s heard give up - ice tones - during the stormiest … [Read more...] about Feathers in Motion by Brianna Ricotta
The Last Folk Singer by David Lohrey
The Last Folk Singer by David Lohrey The last folk singer steps out onto the stage. He carries his guitar and an old banjo. They say he learned to sing from a Jew in Kansas City but I know for a fact he learned while in prison in the State of Utah. They don’t call him a folk singer because of his broken teeth. They don’t praise his looks or his buckskin jacket. The … [Read more...] about The Last Folk Singer by David Lohrey