Lyrical Field Journal
A Wish for Silent Nights On Saturday night I hiked to a marsh with an aim to spot a Great Horned Owl. There the air temperatures dipped below the freezing point. Clouds drifted like tendrils of hair in the wind, covering and uncovering the face of the full moon. Using...
Lyrical Field Journal
Acts of Discovery: Waves to Shells and Floods to Flowers The first time I walked a Pacific Ocean beach was as a girl on a trip to Washington. Feeling electrified, I waded among the tumultuous movements and sounds from the waves. As I viewed the horizon, I...
Poetry
The Pine Suffers from a wound. Its resin flows like a stream down the trunk, forms a pool on an upper nook that overflows like a slow-motion cascade into the arms below. All the golden beads soon harden, done weeping become white as candle wax, suspend as...
Poetry
Lake Breezes, Now and Before By Melissa Kalinowski I wish I might always wonder how they move frilled-willow branches, lift perfume from water lilies, wheel downy seeds to someplace new. I wish I might always feel their presence uplifting as bird songs that...
Poetry
The Way By Melissa Kalinowski Of the way the bumblebee goes, hangs upside down from the flower head of goldenrod, the way it absorbs the sunny panorama, the way it fetches sugary stores, the way it quits and journeys to a home far afield; an idea— of what...
