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On the Rim of the Year

With the air temp registering 16 degrees F., and with a mountain breeze cutting the day to a chilled clarity, it was too cold to fly-fish, but the prospect of an upriver hike seemed appealing. 592 more words

This painting was inspired by what remained of a fallen tree—just a stump. Part of the wood had rotted and what remained was jagged and sticking out in all directions—but still it held tight. 87 more words

Patricia Steele Raible

strewn :: barbara crooker

It’d been a long winter, rags of snow hanging on; then, at the end
of April, an icy nor’easter, powerful as a hurricane. But now… 137 more words



Barbara Crooker’s Poem of the Month is SMALL STANZAS IN AUTUMN.  Her home page can be viewed HERE.


Carol Purington’s haiku are featured this month at… 13 more words


listening to her practice: my middle daughter, on the edge of adolescence, learns to play the saxophone :: barbara crooker

Her hair, that halo of red gold curls,
has thickened, coarsened,
lost its baby fineness,
and the sweet smell of childhood
that clung to her clothes… 92 more words


Writers and Readers: Festival of Faith & Writing

Things looked quiet Saturday morning but within an hour, the campus of Calvin College in Grand Rapids, Michigan was bustling – full of writers, readers, editors, publishers, and the friendly students who responded to our questions about how to get around. 495 more words


Quiscalus Quiscula by Barbara Crooker

On the lawn, the grackles spread their nightdark fans,
cluck softly to themselves. They are telling me,
“Get back to work.” They are telling me time… 189 more words