A poem and photos by Ted Amsden

In The Cosmic Wind This morning,                      this bluebell,                             this bee-happy,                                     this roadkill-dropped-into-the-organic-bin day,                                       separating my trash                                     facing the risen sun                        in point of shoe                                                   croc bound,                      in point of mind                                                   held to waste-separation tasks,                        I feel okay.                 The pandemic does…

Ode to Summer by Donna Wootton

On the porch in the shade visiting sitting on a wicker chair a cyclist passes black spandex shorts yellow top   Never again will I click my feet into cleats!   Hostess agrees. she, too, broke her ankle recently hence the visit to commiserate broke mine in 2017   We share recovery details   Isn’t…

One Writer’s Alternate Occupation by Linda Hutsell-Manning

Wind Sniffing we were to say the least a motley crew of women  middle-aged recruitments from the local temp employment meeting every morning out behind the plant down in the parking lot where Joe who had seen better days waited in his rusted eighties Ford    he had that lazy I don’t give                                                      a…

The Proverbial Veil Has Lifted by Linda Hutsell-Manning

Arriving home in March from an idyllic ten days in rural Costa Rica to quarantine and this relatively closeted life required a substantial mental and emotional shift. Before Covid, my memoir, Fearless and Determined, was selling exceptionally well with fifteen readings booked between March and October. All now cancelled. I rationalized and hoped that, in…