Poetry

I. Picnic by Elga Antonsen Like a sheet pulled over the deadWhere do they go?Would that there could be a rush of birds and trombones… Read More »Two Poems…

I walk where the deer walk and the lone winter walker, following the last vestiges of winter to the overlook— the Good Place where I… Read More »Land Beyond by Elise Lark

written by three friends, each contemplating their mortality. Thank you Mare, Nancy, and Austin standing on the edge peering through scrutinizing eyesbarely recognizing theenormity of… Read More »Three poems…