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Time passes so quick Just raindrops on the windshield Slow down and enjoy

Sunday afternoon Relaxing on a pontoon Worries float away

Motionless water Rain falling from the Heavens Ripples in the pond A.K. Finch is a writer, teacher, and poet. She lives in Southern California with her husband, daughter, rescue dog, and cat. Her poems have been published by The...

Vibrant green foliage surrounding my peripheral  Steady flowing blue burbling stream Yellow brown slime covered rock path Fallen branches littering the foot-made mud path Abandoned graying spider webs whipping with the breeze ...

How long it’s been The beasts, the fields, the fowl all of which you named; they miss you so flesh of your flesh, bone of your bone. How you must long for it now; taste of my shining pear. For every joy there is a price to be...

I haven’t spoken to my father since Christmas, when I see him now, a couple hours late with a girl not much older than me, a cocky rotten-toothed smile on his face. This is when I’m supposed to say I hate my father, or love him,...

When Alice becomes a guest at tea-party I sneak in too. Hear ridiculous riddles including the famous “Raven like a writing desk”.   But that one in particular makes no sense. Did Stephen King or Poe have a shining answer?  ...

by the flukiness of the way the waterfall carved long ago river wanders it’s fluid self dances an anxious waltz with rocky shore winds through mountain valley laughs its gurgle over soft-spoken boulders slows to trickle in moon...

I felt the initial force of it at 3:00 a.m. when a blast hit the front of the house, sending the windows rattling. All morning the winds   carved up swaths of air in the sky. Their force was Magellanic in magnitude, since what...

1. You saw this with eyes closed and spoke it to me— the image hovering there, settling itself within my own mind,   within yours: the tall calla lily standing on its green stem in all its whiteness; and behind it the violet...