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 poems have been selected, and anyone can vote for their pick of six to be painted by June 30, 2020. “This will be a celebration … 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. Togetherwe began this new life.First quarantined morningmy granddaughter and Itucked tiny black seedsinto soft black soil. Tuckedthe cups beneath a growlight by the patio doors.Waited. … 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 not pursuing any job offers. For the first time in my life I was not on a determined track and that scared me profoundly. I … 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 the same HS teams, both basketball and baseball. Additionally, not one of us had a date for tonight’s Mardi Gras dance, which is a big … 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 we have made this journey many times and are used to the bumps. Ahead, towering pines, and languid cedar trees sway in the breeze. The … 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 scratching me as I squeeze into another world. No one could see me – or so I thought. But I was in another world. Surrounded … 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 this is not something we wearno designation, but a designin time, in season, in truthwe continue to circle back this is not stuck; this is … 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 delicate trail. a salmon jumps,breaking the still water,and catches the mayflypassing overhead the circle of its passingslowly moves outwardon the quiet lake,till all is calm … 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 she walked down the aisle in the gown I sewed for her, satin and lace. That gown. My first. The one I made when my … Continue reading Satin and Lace by Ruth Ann Dandrea
