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…

Two Poems by Reva Nelson

Focus what makes the most sense for me to focus on today should I smell the earth after the much-needed rain   what about the sight of children playing separately apart unsure of whether they can touch or not   should I listen for the doorbell even though no one can visit damned this cursed…

School’s Out for the Holidays by Felicity Sidnell Reid

Afternoon darkness cloaks the road.  The school bus, late, puffs up the hill. Its stop signs shoot out, left and right, as it stands still.   Scarlet paddles open, glow on pumpkin coach, not yellow school bus, as small dark shadows, fearing nothing, leap into the piled up snow.   Towards a string of diamond…

Two poems by Jessica Outram

Winter Song   sounds of the next generation voices and violins and winter child songs of a thousand beautiful things amid this safe harbour   underneath stars and lullabies glorias celebrate our days of beauty sharing peace on strings and music to all   Song Tree my song starts softly roots and soil   seed…