Two Poems, by Lisa Masé
She could not have known that soon after / their baby was born, her husband would die
Authentic Presence, by Erica Bodwell
Whose time in the tangle is so smooth / it feels like swimming, parting the lush green stroke / by stroke?
Unburial, by Marc Alan Di Martino
I learned your language to unbury you ...
Bird Kissses, by Anna Sims Bartel
Is every bird a kiss incarnate? Its color and character contained?
8.3 Billion Metric Tons, by Sharon Dolin
In my phone in my food in my milk / container, in my thoughts, the mouse, the transparent / window
Poems from FUTURE LIBRARY, by Patrick Lawler
In these incantatory movements, / everything is on the verge of kindling
Tu B’shvat, by Adina Kopinsky
How is it that spring comes / early to January, green film / feathering the still-wet rocks
A Landscape, Stephen Kuusisto
November and the tiny bones / Call for directions.
Lancers After Ed Sullivan, by Kirby Michael Wright
During my Kahala weekends, I was the man of the house and felt a duty to protect my mother and Jen.
Photographs by Tom McGrath
"There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly." R. Buckminster FullerMany years ago, I was fortunate to hear Mr. Fuller speak and was struck by his magical, intertwining and brilliant embrace of mechanics and nature. So too, Georgia O'Keefe struck a chord of nature interpretation with me over [...]