I am Gretel of the button world. Let me explain. A few years ago, I was to drive my car in the Troy Flag Day parade for the Van Rensselaer … Continue reading Gretel of the Button World by June Hannay Kosier
Punxsutawney Phil by EDLS 307ers (spring ’26)
Beautiful Blue Skies; The sun shining in my eyes; Snow in the forecast. We’ll still have a blast! Can’t wait for the sun to last. I hate that Groundhog! I … Continue reading Punxsutawney Phil by EDLS 307ers (spring ’26)
MISSING YOU by Lourdes Santiago
In the arms of a loving God, Over the rainbow you crossed. A host of angels came, And they carried you off. From the day that I found you It … Continue reading MISSING YOU by Lourdes Santiago
I Love You, Max by June Kosier
Those big brown eyes and the long, soft, dark brown hair! You meet me at the door when I come home making me feel welcomed. I must be a gourmet … Continue reading I Love You, Max by June Kosier
Ode to Lucy by Anna Edinger-Revette
Lucy, gentle giant stitched from snowfall and thunder, you arrive like weather; all presence, all sky. Your paws, soft anvils; announce you before your shadow does, and still, somehow, you … Continue reading Ode to Lucy by Anna Edinger-Revette
Early Spring Obscures the Graves of Winter by Dorothy Cantwell
From the road the ravine looks like an old crime scene Dead vines coil like ropes around the bare bones of fallen trees, leafless skeletal limbs reach at odd angles … Continue reading Early Spring Obscures the Graves of Winter by Dorothy Cantwell
S.A.D. by Dan Slavin
Like a cocoon transforms the caterpillar to goo, before it then changes to its ultimate form My apartment encloses me until I can't move, a blob in a bed needing … Continue reading S.A.D. by Dan Slavin
“Thaw” by Anna Edinger-Revette
Winter does not leave all at once. It lingers— in the stiff corners of morning, in the brittle hush of branches still remembering the weight of snow. The ground exhales … Continue reading “Thaw” by Anna Edinger-Revette
Return by Laurinda Lind
It’s February now but weird-warm here where the ice shovel stood in the garage all winter and the cat, shedding, is so over it now. We could have done Ithaca … Continue reading Return by Laurinda Lind
