Honorable Mentions- Poetry

Horary of the Seasons On the appointed day dawn rises clear and golden, so warm as to deny that winter could ever come: like an horary of the seasons or of my lives, the ritual begins. I start to fold the clothes washed to cotton stiffness, the shirts and skirts I’ve worn for years, like … Continue reading Honorable Mentions- Poetry


By Emma Woodford Lydia green fronds a little brittle maneuvered carefully into place branches gently straightened out.   Re-placed and pushed down, half a can of water doused whispering a loving chant.   Bay tree planted, mold two holes and fold in roots.   His ancestor lives in Brittany, kilometers from here, first planted in … Continue reading Roots