Emily Dickinson: A Bird, came down the Walk
A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw
September 24, 2021 · 5 Comments
Judith A. Brice: Before the Terns
It’s always the waves I hear, the lapping of the lake at Walloon— perhaps the first sound my young memory held, before the kingfishers’, the terns’ bolting splash to grab … Continue reading
January 28, 2019 · Leave a comment
Judith A. Brice: Mourning Calls
From beyond the brume, beyond the horizon, she swims, the mallard’s mate, a wail for a call, brief before the wait for her next plaint, shortened and hoarse From … Continue reading
September 26, 2018 · 2 Comments
Bertha Rogers: Hawk’s Reason
When the hawk leaves his tree for movement among the green, when he aims earthward, the air opens for him as if sliced by a deft knife, space disappearing into … Continue reading
June 6, 2018 · 1 Comment
