Poet's Corner

By Rob Burnside Every year, on this date, at 4:30 am Orion the Hunter appears between
 the second and third juniper tree
 and I am here to greet him. Alnitak. Alnilam. Mintaka. In youth, he amazed me.
 Son of Poseidon, who enabled...

By Kristen G. Norman Meandering homeward Sun thaws field Parted to messages Only God can see. Pairings of both geese And swan glide Harmonious in camaraderie And in mating. The day’s turned Bleak once more Just a glimmer of light seen To eke out A flake...

By Liz Splittgerber As I cross the open water To taste a bit more land I'm in search of the “Dover” coastline That other strip of sand I left from Martha's Vineyard In the early light of day I was glad...

By James Lowell   for Grant Gelette Here on Pope’s Island, the Foxy Lady’s down-at-heel strip joint, fronts Niemiec’s shipyard’s old hulls on the hard, rusting in time’s tide antifoul bottoms sulking, reflecting on the sea dancer idling below them. In her breeze ruffled slip, silt rivulets snake from...

By Hannah Beecher When I pause to write a word Pen in hand and success assured My mind goes blank, my memory blurred I envision myself with tales to tell Filling large tomes with lots to sell Alas, those tales...

By Brigitte Lent Looking out over one of those vast Burial fields of fallen soldiers, I wonder How many graves of warriors are there all over the world? How many dreams for lives cut short by this ancient scourge...

The Day's Best Thought By Jeffrey Agnoli When I don't go out to meet the source of all dreams, then, fortunately, it comes to me, its secret tide line reaching inland deep, up to my door, where in a mist,...

By Genevieve H. Abbot Where did he go? He was feeding on the ground yesterday. Then the night registered 10 degrees and he's gone. The harbinger of spring arrived, happy with what he pecked from the earth. But too early. Now, he's...

By Alida J. O'Loughlin  The hands extended as in an offering The nails in supplication To be touched, to earn approval From the Master Colorist Who thinks in terms of reds and purples Of oranges and blues Blues for the...

By Valerie Sonnenthal adrenalin surges squeezing into darkness sweat trickles along bulging veins fingers reach for mine whispering calm wanting like a thick fog to settle every soul from panic stricken faces drained of color we hold ourselves in pitch black praying some stiff rigid with...

A Hail of Lead (After Sandy Hook) By Barbara Peckham Blood can be bleached From the weeping floors. Broken glass replaced In the gaping doors. But today in a school Where children played Innocence was lost — Mourning came to stay! At a school near...

By Jeffrey Agnoli When I don't go out to meet the source of all dreams, then, fortunately, it comes to me, its secret tide line  reaching inland deep, up to my door, where in a mist, I half sleep. Standing...

Inside a lava pool sits a girl in a blue dress playing with water that jumps in her lap Closer to the sea her mother in a blue patterned dress And further her father in blue patterned trunks He is looking...

I’ve heard hello like a whisper half out of its holster. Snow says it that way. Bells go crazy with it, driving pigeons out of the steeple. Hello, hello, I do, I do. Watching our beautiful neighbor go by in snow...

By John Eisner   I think it began in the Keys, the night I hurried onto the dunes in search of my sleepwalking brother. the stars were as common and remote as freezer frost sharks in boy scout...

By Nan Byrne The little boat goes back and forth A steadfast engine against the tide Shuttling industry from dock to dock In darkness and in light The Captain’s granite shape in mist Upon the open deck stands fast As...

By Annette Sandrock friendly eyes empathize evaluate separate terminate clean the slate time is slowing it's too late stressful step crawling's best fever-laden sickly maiden eat to heal dwindling food morsels tasteless not in the mood hardly enough productive cough sweat from thought drugs are bought heavy chest painful swallow need to rest wait for tomorrow chores undone troubled ears texting's...

Airbeds asleep ’til summer ’17. Sandy floors swept. Outdoor showers sigh in relief. Harried drivers disappear. Car horns cease their sting. Hibiscus and cosmos sport late blooms but Autumn daisies and sedum reign supreme. A patter of acorns heralds...

By Margaret Emerson Out the window time slows gracefully slanted autumn light waltzes across the yard Fewer bird species gather at the feeder or wall seeded by David every sunrise before biking to coffee blueberry muffin USA Today Days shorter less to do visitors thinning clothes thickening In spite of the...

By the Supportive Daycare Program Summer and its nice warm days leave — Cool, crisp days of fall arrive Deep blue skies of October, Crispness Apples, falling leaves Halloween is coming. Dad says, "Let's get a pumpkin!" Apple cider — the smell...