[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] My Teacher by Lucy Turner Brown mist around the mountain, Beneath a treasure blue, Jewels sparkling like diamonds, Silver eyelash blading through. A girl that grows her heart out BIG, Watering her future from the seeds sprouting from her head, Picked children from her garden and did what …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Tree as Box by Dan Potter [/col] Poem and poetry box by Dan Potter, sculptor and actor for the Mystic Paper Beasts mask theatre company which he cofounded in 1976, Dan grew up making paintings and sculpture, puppets and masks with his parents, Alice and Fuller Potter, two artists …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Poem by Sean Kane PEACE [/col] Poetry box and poem by Sean Kane.
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] lost at sea by Joanie DiMartino “Mr. Howland overboard Oars were thrown then and waste boat cleared away… he went down before we could get to him.” –Logbook, 12/1/1881, Charles W. Morgan the beige smooth of driftwood outstretched as though reaching still toward fractured waves curling onto a …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Autumn by Mili Ebbin At dusk doing a walkabout I saw that overnight the tiny bead buds of the asters had suddenly and brilliantly become white stars bursting forth glowing in the dark in the still corner where fall begins Especially For Me. [/col] Poetry box and poem by …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] The Butterfly Box, The Butterfly House by Sadie Davidson DeVore Pollen, nectar. Purple flowers, yellow flowers Minerals, salts, Consumption. Male to female sugars. Energy, tree sap. Anglewings, emperors, Leafwings, wood nymphs. Pink flowers, yellow flowers. Fruits, birds, water puddling. Sand patches, Butterfly bushes. White flowers, blue flowers, red flowers. …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Natural Belonging by Carol A. Watson Spirit of place is that force that whispers out loud, “Here I am. See me. Feel my pull. Inhale deeply and know my essence.” It is the towheaded grasses that sway and bow brushed by earth’s exhalations, ledge and stone silent and enduring …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Happiness by Michael Gore I climbed up the pole to the osprey nest, mostly just to satisfy my own curiosity. I’d only ever seen them from below, or from a distance, nestled as they often are in marshy areas. I figured, nobody’s home, no time like the present. I …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] The House By Lili Kane The house was yellow like a bee gliding gracefully caressing the flower petals, not a thought in her mind. Make Produce Repeat Constant buzz The house was blue like the sea Whoosha White froth builds up like a building Brick by brick Brick …