Applause / Terri Watrous Berry
Terri Watrous Berry shares a haiku on a season’s end.
Issue 2
First Frost / Christine Miner Minderovic
Christine Miner Minderovic shares an image from Autumn on acrylic on canvas.
Good Morning, the Sun in October / BEE LB
“i don’t know what changed / aside from everything, but the sorrow / that has been coiling in my chest like a snake / beneath a heat lamp has unfurled…” BEE LB writes on the sun in October, after Sanna Wani.
Fall Call / Derek R. Smith
“Fall, with its amber slowness, rich, dark early evenings, mouldering leaf piles.” Derek R. Smith writes on this slumbery season.
When I Was Young, The Woods / Ron Riekki
“they were insisting on owning / the world, the lake bathed in / leaves, the leaves falling on top / of leaves, so many that my little / brother would hide…” Ron Riekki writes on youth in the woods.
Breathing Color / Derek R. Smith
“Under auburn leafy canopy crystal chilled / Water rushes, bubbling, dancing…” Derek R. Smith writes on trees and reflections.
Not Gray Not Yellow / Elizabeth Kerlikowske
“My grandmother’s hat flies from her head / when the north wind grabs a raveling” Elizabeth Kerlikowske writes on ancestors and brisk wind.
Middle Age in September / Elizabeth Kerlikowske
“Webs flash iridescent rapture.” Elizabeth Kerlikowske writes on light, sound, and living things.
Meadow / Mary Anna Scenga Kruch
“We walked toward the river into late September light, seeking space between the recent diagnosis and us;” Mary Anna Scenga Kruch writes on time in a perfect place.
Harvest Moon / Christine Miner Minderovic
Christine Miner Minderovic shares an image from Autumn on acrylic on canvas.
Sepia Seepage Circa 1952 / Gerard Sarnat
“Lill taught me to fish for perch (I’d try to keep them alive in an old trunk on the shore) in the oil-slicked gas-smelling boathouse, how to row the dinghy.” Gerard Sarnat reflects on an upbringing.
Tree of Heaven / Elizabeth Joy Levinson
“The aspens turning golden. The light golden.” Elizabeth Joy Levinson writes on the invasive and the beautiful.
Past the Forty-Fifth Parallel / Monica Rico
“For two days, we are north, alone, wanting snow.” Monica Rico writes on changing winter, Lake Michigan, and birds.
A Place to Watch the Rain / Karin Hedetniemi
Karin Hedetniemi shares an image inspired by an autumn journey to Mackinac Island.
Long Shadows / Karin Hedetniemi
Karin Hedetniemi shares an image inspired by an autumn journey to Mackinac Island.
Late Season / Christine Miner Minderovic
Christine Miner Minderovic shares an image from Autumn on acrylic on canvas.
State Trunkline / BEE LB
“Each mile ticks slower & the sky is layered stair by stair & if the whole world is not about to collapse, it is certainly straining under some unseen weight.” BEE LB writes from the road.
The Wanderer / Caitlin Shana Wilson
“Upheaved / Torn / Cradled within a womb of ice”: Caitlin Shana Wilson writes on and shares photography of glacial erratics.
Yellow Field / Christine Miner Minderovic
Christine Miner Minderovic shares an image from Autumn on acrylic on canvas.
Seiche / Monica Rico
“When the rain came, I was relieved
not to yank another sail on.” Monica Rico writes on a seiche at harbor.