The Happy Wanderer

By Bruce Costello The sky is vast, the stars numinous, the moon low. The trees, asleep, are listening through their leaves though they make neither movement, nor sound. Fields, bathed in silver, stretch to dark hills with here and there a glint of creek or pond. The first ray of the sun travels through my … Continue reading The Happy Wanderer

Whispers in the Mists

By Leonie Rauber The fog is alive and it whispers to me. Its voices are everywhere, encasing me like the billowing vapor that makes the mists. I step forward, and the fog parts as if I were Moses and it the Red Sea. But it swirls, settles on my arms and fingers and face and … Continue reading Whispers in the Mists

As the Sunset Shifts from a Cool White to Umber Orange, Birds are Dying

By Keith Hoerner No wind flows Through wingspan No lift Force No air- Foil Aves find Themselves As thrown Stones Beaks raking Earth like plows To sow dying swan Songs *Golden Seeds* *Feathered Prayers* *Sacred Supplication* To germinate and Grow And even perhaps— Soar again Keith Hoerner lives, teaches, and pushes words around in Southern … Continue reading As the Sunset Shifts from a Cool White to Umber Orange, Birds are Dying