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Oh…the wonder of it- this robin’s song… a testament of rebirth all day long. In measured notes and morning lighted eyes, the world needs to know this under blossomed skies. Cherry blossoms starlike in a winded glow capture...

Alone next to the sidewalk, the gooseberry bush with iridescent, teardrop fruit, protected by thorns, doesn’t need a partner. The Fuyu persimmon in our garden flaunts orange globes on its bare limbs, brilliant in October. If you...

Dry snowflakes swarm like bees around a trellis of bare grape and wisteria vines. The white frenzy could stir any thoughts, but it brings back memories of my first boyfriend: We run through a field after a friend’s party,...

Which is to say, old mistakes and disappointments lie buried under layers of leaves or brown snow. It doesn’t matter that the boyfriend who dropped you after sophomore year of college didn’t love you. Or that the plaster Indian...

I saw heaven in the habitat before me. In stillness I surveyed scenery. Soundly, you slept. Uneasy, I explored with soft eyes. Studies enlightened me. You sensed it; tectonic plates shifted. My fingertips crept up mountains and...

Into the new-born light they sing amidst a dawning sky of blue. Into this morning’s ease they ring, winded bells of blushing hue. Let not a mortal word be said. Just savor every bloom instead. Now breathes a symphony this hour,...

The future is in the depths of your dark brown eyes Each success, stumble, stop and start takes my breath away Like the wind moving a leaf, I am carried to each high Each low. You are strong and fierce. Your unwavering loyalty...

Travis has already been moved at the semester and third quarter from two other teachers on the English staff. Now, administration thinks it’s my turn to give him a “fresh” start. He comes to school to take up space and see his...

1- Drinking tea outdoors beneath a blue umbrella 2- The blue hour before nightfall and the rain 3- Café doors open: inside someone sings the Blues   Alan Catlin has a recent full-length book of poems out from Roadside...

Look at how the Indus River dolphin brought itself back from extinction. It can happen. They live in sound. Nearly blind, they hunt the murky river waters, echolating day and night, a sonic existence, blissful, in an audio way....

The candle sweats between us. The psychic names the dead I once loved as if reading anonymous obituaries. My high school friend Joe who often won the 400 in the track meet after a night of partying — flung like a rag from the...

To throw magic around hunters: the fox knows the forest better than fear does, double back tracking its trail to confuse the blood-thirsty hounds, to outsmart the tracker’s own feet. Deer zigzag escape routes, wildly turning the...