To Fellow Lovers of Morning Light and Birdsong News

Dearest gold-flecked hearts, fellow lovers of morning light and birdsong news. What do they say, those birds, to the truest listeners? To the real audience desperate for Nature’s waning love, they say: Beware. Be real. Be mine. Keep listening. I’ve been writing every morning. The NOVEL I finished in the springtime is a fast-paced speculative […]

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APAD: This Rain, by Jenna Butler

This Rain brings with it the scent of rain-soaked lilac, lemon lily. Bruised skirts of thunderclouds drop their wet hems over this prairie. It rains and the ditches brim, rains and the water rises like ire amongst the willows. What we say and do not say. The heart incandescent, riverine with distance.   *** lilt […]

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Read To Me – Day Twenty

Reluctance, by Robert Frost   Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended.   The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save […]

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