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Poetry By Judith Laura, on March 14th, 2011
An Ivory Netsuke of a Rat
In his pocket he keeps a rat, small to him but monstrous moving across your spotless kitchen floor.
He calls his rat Jack and feeds it crackers, cheese, and apple pieces from his many snacks.
In school he strokes Jack’s squirming back when the teacher asks for facts [...]
Poetry By Judith Laura, on March 14th, 2011
Doe in the Monastery Garden, 1912
Sun and shadow dapple your sleek brown back as you move gracefully across my lawn down near the brook bordering the woods.
Munching vines, your young one looks up at you but your eyes stray to your antlered mate over in the next yard. He signals so you [...]
Poetry By Marian Veverka, on March 14th, 2011
Deer
First light and the deer come floating Down from the ridge and across the yard. Through mist that trails like smoke Across the fields of snow. Now and then their heads rise out of the fog And look around. They know there is food here somewhere Beneath the mounds of worn down snow. [...]
Poetry By Linda Simone, on March 14th, 2011
Northern Cardinal, New Braunfels, Hill Country, Texas, USA
Your crimson vestment can’t be camouflaged, like sparrows, by lush greenery,
my stubborn and elusive muse. At daily Matins, I seek you out
beg your vermilion sun to cross my path, follow your chant, more spiritual
than fire-and- brimstone sermons of mitered men, vents for the [...]
Poetry By Barbara Crooker, on March 14th, 2011
Crow Perching Against Stormy Sky
Today the yard is full of crows, their voices ragged scraps of pain, their blackness stark against the snow. Today this yard that’s full of crows reminds me still that grief is slow, it comes again like a refrain. Today’s backyard is full of crows, their caws, their scratchy [...]
Poetry By Barbara Crooker, on March 14th, 2011
Portrait of a Cat
The hit in the gut, seeing your body, there, by the road, stiff: the grey & white fur, the moustache mouth, but the cat’s gone out of you: no arching curves, no mid-air twists, just angles now. Paw stalker, hunter of mice, preserver of property lines, cat of high howls, [...]
Poetry By Barbara Crooker, on March 14th, 2011
White Cat on Cushion
You know, I loved you beyond reason, for you were love in fur. As a kitten, you were more dog than cat, chasing foil balls, pouncing on your shadow in the hallway. You guarded my second baby like a lion, licked my hand with sand when the first one died.
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Columns By Carolyn Lee Boyd, on December 22nd, 2010
Perhaps sanctuary is a gift in childhood that must be pursued again in later life once we question assumptions about the importance of attending to daily tasks. [...]
Columns By Christina Marie Speed, on December 21st, 2010
His face and eyes radiate tranquil happiness. Pride. Satisfaction. Paused in the pilot’s seat, he appears to be tucking the memories of this essential day into a deep, sacred place. [...]
Reviews By Loretta Kemsley, on November 8th, 2010
What happens when a goddess touches your life? It is a question the reader absorbs as she reflects upon her own life. The Temple of the Subway Goddess [...]
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