//PLASTIC// by Florence Jones My sister logs everything she eats onto an app. The milk in her tea, the …
Speak for the Tree | Acacia, by Diana Radovan
Acacia
by Diana Radovan, Regular Contributor
I would watch her from outside, the little girl
Who’d come to the window each night,
Tell me goodnight stories
And eat my blooms.
REST w/ Poetry & Sounds | Northwest Postcard
Northwest Postcard
by James Schwartz, Regular Contributor
Mist in Olympia
Clouds are drifting in
From the Pacific
Down Mount Rainier
Weekly Feature – Speak as the Tree | The Last Redwood, by Greg Bell
|Weekly Feature – Speak as the Tree | The Last Redwood by Greg Bell When the two-trunks came (this, …
Weekly Feature – Speak as the Tree | Badlands, by Madison Zehmer
Pine trees don’t grow here but winter blooms do, their vibrant crimson in snowfields a shock; like a path of …
Speak as the Tree | Conversation with a Tree, by David Dephy
Conversation with a Tree by David Dephy Night is fading. Somewhere a voice echoes. Dawn floods in from afar …
Weekly Feature | Devine Wind, a poem Ronnie Smith
To scorch the earth,
gutting and melting
even the soil.
Weekly Feature | Salt Bones, a poem by Kezia Sullivan
And at the watering hole They cried until there was more salt Than water And then there was no water at all And the salt dried
Rx Poetry | The Reason, a poem by Hokis
like all genres of yesterday’s wars,
today’s is made of tissues and cells
the likes of which we’ve never seen.
Weekly Feature | Darkness, a poem by Tom Barlow
After Byron In 1816, the year without a summer, volcano dust strangled the world. Red snow in June, crops all …
