Coming soon to a Saranac Lake sidewalk near you in mid-July 2020 is the Raining Poetry Project presented by the Adirondack Center for Writing and Village of Saranac Lake. Twenty … Continue reading Raining Poetry Project
Breath of Life by Ruth Ann Dandrea
I’m breathing in oxygenexhaled by twenty-sixtomato plants sitting inmy kitchen waiting forthe threat of frost to pass.I’m sitting in my kitchen withtwenty-six tomato plantswaiting for the threat ofdisease to pass. … Continue reading Breath of Life by Ruth Ann Dandrea
Salt Water by Courtney Allen
When I graduated from college, I moved back home. I was lost and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I had actually spent time actively … Continue reading Salt Water by Courtney Allen
Umlaut by Terry Rainey
We were four. Me, Elroy, Martin, and Bert. Seniors at Bishop McDonnell HS, all from large families. Each of us had been accepted into college. We’d all been cut from … Continue reading Umlaut by Terry Rainey
Manitoulin Island, Ontario by Rebecca Northrup
The road begins as sand. A warm, honey-colored path that grows rutted and wild the deeper we go. It will take a full hour to travel the mile ahead, but … Continue reading Manitoulin Island, Ontario by Rebecca Northrup
Forsythia by Lisa Meissner
I am 10 years old – the forsythia bushes blooming in front of my house. Since I was small I could easily sit in the middle of them. The branches … Continue reading Forsythia by Lisa Meissner
Chosen Option by Sparker
this is forthose who just gotta sayor just gotta staybecause they are moved lateral, longitude; no languishingthis here, this now; this presence, this hopeprovides wings to lift the weary weight … Continue reading Chosen Option by Sparker
magic of the evening by Janet Burl
tall pines dancein the breeze,framing the sceneof blue and green. scents waftout of the kitchen,as we sit quietlytaking in the ambiance. a loon and her babyslowly swim by,their passingleaving a … Continue reading magic of the evening by Janet Burl
Satin and Lace by Ruth Ann Dandrea
I don’t know if you’d call it officiating, but I do. I was there when she met him, there when she decided, against all odds, to marry him, there when … Continue reading Satin and Lace by Ruth Ann Dandrea