Gaia’s Song

Gaia’s Song

I rummaged around in words all day,changing this one, discarding that one,snipping, pruning, and adding, a gardenerworking in a field of meaning flowers.  Now, at this hour before dawn,sitting in silence while first light smudges horizons,I wonder where all the...
A Different Drum

A Different Drum

EDITOR’S NOTE: A Facebook message from Robert Albee, one of the early founders and organizers of WOJB–FM, brought to our attention a few errors and some elements of the radio station’s history that were missing from this article. While this isn’t the whole story...
In These Covidian Times

In These Covidian Times

Over the past few months our lives have taken a dramatic turn as vague concerns about the novel coronavirus shifted to the realization that we were facing a full-blown global pandemic. Our daily lives and routines have been greatly altered and the economy has been...
Gathering Wood

Gathering Wood

All of the ash trees in my neighborhood are coming down.  Dead upper branches and bark flaking from trunks painted with bright red dots indicate that the few left standing are infested by the emerald ash borer. City workers in small crews cut down the trees and gather...
Copper Yearning: Poems, by Kimberly Blaeser

Copper Yearning: Poems, by Kimberly Blaeser

In Copper Yearning, her first book since the 2007 publication of Apprenticed to Justice (Salt Publishing), Kimberly Blaeser draws heavily from the poet’s toolbox—assonance, consonance, rhythm, color, and music—to make her poems sing across pages filled with light and...
Mirror Box

Mirror Box

Dr. Merton gave Shelby Aronowitz bad news. The pain in her knee was osteosarcoma. They would have to amputate.  “Can’t they replace it?” Shelby’s mother said. “Just the knee?”  “No,” Dr. Merton said. “We have to remove bone too far above and below the joint.” He...