Category: Poetry

i like the way you moved with your little basket full of apples toward me today the smell of coffee made me think you were there among my books there is a picture i want to show you of a basket full of apples and you walking it...

the ice layer is deceiving this time of year the surface is bruised and has begun to crack i stand on the edge of the lake considering whether i’ll cross to the other side most of the questions that have kept me awake at night...

i swim farther in and bump into an underwater mound not hard to locate once you hit it a place away from uncertainties you can touch bottom if you stand on tiptoe got to try hard to keep balance though undercurrents push you...

You hitch winds, never still, you who originate in mountains, valleys of China’s northwest, until grains of you, nanoscopic, reveal themselves, colonizing California’s coast. Wild currents buffalo you here, into New Mexico’s...

Northern New Mexico Living as I do, at seven thousand feet, on high desert’s plain, just under the clouds, you, wind, avalanche off encircling peaks, rage across Rio Grande’s valley, its ancient Pueblos, to strike my ridge, as...

Hawk’s antic screams rush me to the glazed front door. Sitting there, surveying her high desert domain, bobcat, all serenity. She turns, looks at me, look one of familiarity, as to ask if I can soothe hawk’s anxious racket. She...

I riffle, in night’s realm of imaginings, through mind’s pages of guilt, the chapter I stand sidelined, as America tears itself apart, as it tears apart the world. And I— I can do nothing. Guilty, but lament, on pages blank, how...

In the blue harbor, my hammock creaks and sways to the song of coconut palm wind chimes. Waves slosh against the islanders’ houseboats dotting the water— a Seurat painting. Mangrove trees exhale— breathing life into the haze and...

I know a place where Snow-on-the-Mountain blankets the ground, wild clover makes a necklace and a crown, lilac blooms adorn kitchen tables, rambling roses tell of fables, spring beauties wander through a meadow, buttercups boast...

Blue heaven Joyful song Rising sun Holy vessel Spark bird Sacred surprise Eastern bluebird Yellow world   Angie Kinman is a writer and retired teaching living in Nashville. She has always been passionate about teaching...