Read more The July Issue Jul 5, 2017 by pstokstad This month’s theme is: Object Lesson The best object-inspired... Read more
Read more What the Hibiscus Shouts – by Laurie Kuntz Jul 5, 2017 by pstokstad Every bloom is a shout, red against grey cloud cover bellows an... Read more
Read more Morocco in a Moment – by Laurie Kuntz Jul 5, 2017 by pstokstad Wet cobblestones and tight alleyways lead to a calico cat... Read more
Read more Riding the Prouty for a Cure – by Suzanne Dudley-Schon Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad Riding down the white line my pedals turn as fast as my lungs... Read more
Read more Essay: The Dictionary – By Paul Stokstad Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad I looked up a word in the dictionary the other day. Sorry I... Read more
Read more Stained Glass Promises – by Lynn Cohen Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad The years are mixed together in stained glass champagne flutes.... Read more
Read more This bridge extends – By Rolf Erickson Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad This bridge extends like an old old memory from sleep to waking... Read more
Read more Gather – by Lisha Garcia Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad Gather my hands now that they are spotted, move slowly over the... Read more
Read more What She Gave – in Memoriam Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad Deviled eggs snug each other in my spring green plastic bowl,... Read more
Read more Willow Tree – by Ken Chawkin Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad WILLOW TREE An Overflowing Fountain of Green Willow Tree... Read more
Read more To a Slinky – by Paul Fisher Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad On stairs that drop to our hall necessity draws you thin. Are... Read more
Read more To a Pawned Guitar – by Paul Fisher Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad Your rain songs fall quiet as light fingering fretted streams.... Read more
Read more Geode – by Paul Fisher Jul 2, 2017 by pstokstad Inside the stone, a question. Inside the question, silence and... Read more
Read more Bags – by Bill Graeser Jul 1, 2017 by pstokstad A bag is one in which we carry many. Bags come in paper,... Read more
Read more If you put a seed – by Paul Stokstad Jul 1, 2017 by pstokstad If you put a seed in the ground dark forces gather dusky... Read more
Read more When You Fly – by Diane Frank Jul 1, 2017 by pstokstad Things that might be a bomb . . . Yogurt, avocados, lemonade,... Read more
Read more Joy, by KB Ballentine Jul 1, 2017 by pstokstad Mud crusts her paws, silky underbelly matted with knots,... Read more
Read more Crossing the Bridge – by Ruth Guillard Jun 29, 2017 by pstokstad I’m on the other side Where there is only fullness I can’t... Read more
Read more Living Space – by Ruth Guilllard Jun 29, 2017 by pstokstad In the glow of my room It’s not only the artistry Of... Read more
Read more Poetry without… – by Suzanne Vesely Jun 29, 2017 by pstokstad Poetry without… Hold the word to your heart. Depend fully... Read more
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