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...
Poetry
Serenity By Melissa Kalinowski Let the peace of a summer night ascend burdens from the day. Let the body rest in the woodland and witness lively affairs: the relays of ants race from trees to underground tunnels with nurseries, the golden hornets fly and hunt...
Poetry
The Valley By Melissa Kalinowski It was there when the wind parted the leaves, tethered to a branch of the oak with silk, the amulet of a hummingbird’s nest and safely inside natural jewels. Where its existence relied on the spider’s gifts, in the stillness...
Poetry
Summer Pictures By Melissa Kalinowski A goldfinch erupts from a thistle colony, clouds of silky down travel on the wind, the lake disappears under a green spread where bees sip sweetness from water lilies, a heron lands in the richness; without a lens the mind...
