Poetry
Tree, Crooked Rock & Flames By Melissa Kalinowski Where the pine on a crooked rock shades and shelters music sounding from the cascades, wildflowers begin and wander deep into the woods. What surprises come next? Utter their names: Anemone Maianthemum...
Poetry
At Lakeside By Melissa Kalinowski If I were to tell you about the nest a pair of tree swallows leave, in turn, as high-speed flashes of light veering, swooping, capturing flies for their brood— I’ll tell you about last Fall when another bird discovered...
Poetry
Queens of the Forest By Melissa Kalinowski When they rise from beds in peace with pink slippers and pearly diadems, we fall for them. Still, some fall into greed for land and take beauty captive. What spirits survive unnatural custody? Not me. Not you. It’s the...
Poetry
Shooting Stars By Melissa Kalinowski There is a Milky Way in the meadow, starry flowers in the grass, Wild lilies of the valley, Golden Alexanders, radiant beams, twinkling Feathery false lilies, clusters of Daisy Fleabane and evidence of Shooting Stars: not...
Lyrical Field Journal
A favorite time of year in June is to witness hens leading ducklings paddling around the lake. Tonight, a Mallard and brood come ashore to forage ripe, American Elm seeds from the sandy beach. These tan seeds, toasted by sunshine, are only a seasonal delicacy to feast...
