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arcing colors hover waving hinter ground snow mountain black night stars milky way sun storm polar wind Aurora you Borealis me dance love silent song Richard Eric Johnson is a graduate of Indiana University with degrees in...

A nuthatch, as always, hurries upside down down the pine tree’s trunk with utter abandon or, perhaps, no abandon at all. For abandon is the mantle I drape over her from my human perspective. I stand at the kitchen window...

Inside the city limits, cicadas synchronize their metallic rasping for what they believe might well be their one true love who’s taken up residence an oak tree away. Above the city, six precision-maneuvering Blue Angels do...

We bow our heads and utter words not to the cicada speaking through a spring night or the beetle crawling slowly across the leaf searching for the edge. We bid the crow silent, the cat mewling his hunger and lust to crawl under...

somewhere within three blocks of here a limo is disgorging or swallowing up passengers a child is dreaming of taking lessons on a piano or violin of Carnegie or Alice Tully Halls a woman is remembering what the touch of his...

Hop on the page, silver pen. Need a boost to get up here? Here you go. It’s not so easy any more, starting a new poem. It used to be they came flying through the window. All I had to do was paste them on the page, Then I’d sit...

in their minds, whenever this mother-of-mothers mantle hangs heavy upon my shoulders, so cross-like. I shuck it, this Monday-morning blue gown, as if a second skin shedding it (in ecdyasy), and wonder, ponder (as always) in my...

Most bridges wear the slow burn of time. Parts remain intact. This journey back and forth. I need to stop. More. And not by accident. Peer beneath. What really is reflecting? The rush? The traffic? I need more. A ship moves....

Mountains before me and mountains behind me, flame up in gold and red. Sunset’s glow reflects in water, breeze stirred. Gentle flow of memory, all leaves—each branch entwined stirs a winded Blue Mountain Lake, in mind as I...