Joy
Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail,Like the roistering windThat laughs through stalwart pines.It floods me like the sunOn rain-drenched treesThat flash with silver and green.I abandon myself to joy—I laugh—I sing.Too long…
Bloom to Fly
Camille Tsai... is a girl who dreamsloves to cook, to paint, to make potterySearching verses in lifeFound dreams in creation sometimes i like to think everyone is a different plant, the more diverse, the better the…
Jellicle Cats
Jellicle Cats are white and black,Jellicle Cats are of moderate size;Jellicles jump like a jumping-jack,Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes.They’re quiet enough in the morning hours,They’re quiet enough in the afternoon,Reserving their terpsichorean powersTo dance by the…
Northern Parula
Photo by Missy Bowen. A true harbinger of spring: In mid-March the Northern Parula comes through south Louisiana full of song and pep. Today the legendary Birdgirl Jones and I saw at least a half a…
It was one of those March days
Chapter 54It was one of those March days when the suns shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations READ the…
O Muse! 04: Winter Solstice 2021
This publication is designed to be viewed on a tablet or computer in any PDF reader or browser. Individual articles are posted here for responsive viewing. ON THE COVER Autumn Uke by Tracey Roberts Tracey Roberts…
Synesthesia
Synesthesia: A neurologically based phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway. For example, seeing colours whilst listening to music. Climax When…
Amziecaster
I ran into kid red the other day and he was playing a very interesting guitar painted with some wild art. When I asked him about it he answered in guitarese: “It all started,” he explained,…
It sifts from leaden sieves
It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood, It fills with alabaster wool The wrinkles of the road. It makes an even face Of mountain and of plain, — Unbroken forehead from the east…
I think the weather mourned you too
Eleanor Ruth Wagner 1941-2021 Sept 23, 2021 I think the weather mourned you too. It had to save the feelings, just like me, for it was too soon. To let them all come spilling out was…
Dancing with David
She wanted to be a college girl again Reveling in her music Free of the heavy weight of unending mourning for her dear little boy When she finally dried her eyes her joy did not return…
ukkaruti
ukkaruti The ice that has broken off due to uukkaqtuq and is now free floating. (Spalding, A. 1998. Inuktitut: A Multi-dialect Outline Dictionary. Nunavut Arctic College, Iqaluit) calved from its mother, water-sculpted ice nomad, melting into…
November Beach
Winter is a great time to go the beach. No crowds, low light, almost other worldly. It’s about textures, patterns, shapes and details. Size and perspective are lost. My footsteps were the first to press the…
Winter Branches
by Margaret Widdemer When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky; They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind, The…
Blue Winter
by Robert Francis Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows over snow. The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice — Both different…