Native, by Keetje Kuipers

It’s true…nothing is untouched anymore…how do we define native? Wild?   Native In the spring the men come out again to clear the land, yellow Cat dozers popping up on hillsides like morels to be collected after the first warm days of May. In fields studded with the rhinestone glitter of purple knapweed, trucks nose […]

Hurricane, by Mary Oliver, a poem for Ophelia

Currently sitting and watching the tree outside my window bow down and touch its crown to the soil. Who knows what will happen? I’ll post this in the future and we’ll already know by then 😉 Hurricane It didn’t behave like anything you had ever imagined. The wind tore at the trees, the rain fell […]

Invisible Visitors, by David Budbill

I’ve been traveling so much this year, this poem really resonated with me…just passing through, just passing through, just passing through… Invisible Visitors All through August and September thousands, maybe tens of thousands, of feathered creatures pass through this place and I almost never see a single one. The fall wood warbler migration goes by […]

Traveling off and on again, and A Prayer to Talk to Animals by Nickole Brown

I’m out and about on and off for the next…four months! I’m sure I’ll do some blogging in that time, but in the near future I’ll be camping, so won’t have internet access. Meanwhile enjoy these cephalopods because I love them* http://i.imgur.com/CrSsR5m.gifv Also, please remember how adorable hummingbirds are (also this). And this poem: A […]

Stung, by Heid E. Erdrich

Stung She couldn’t help but sting my finger, clinging a moment before I flung her to the ground. Her gold is true, not the trick evening light plays on my roses. She curls into herself, stinger twitching, gilt wings folded. Her whole life just a few weeks, and my pain subsided in a moment. In […]

Rift, by Phish

I have a friend who is a big Phish fan…like maybe the biggest Phish fan. He introduced me to this band, which I enjoy myself, though I am pretty eclectic in my musical tastes and enjoy almost everything (so that’s no feather). Some of the lyrics to Phish songs don’t make any sense*, but when […]

Part 2 of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I was obsessed with albatrosses for a time in college, I even used Diomedeida (the family of albatrosses) as a log-in name at the time. I loved albatrosses ever since I heard that an albatross can stay aloft for over a year, never landing, that they have an almost 12 ft wing span, and that […]