Nature in the Now

Roly-poly firebug, round as a gumdrop, alights on a jumper, blazing like Lucifer.   She glows, all splotched with hot coal dots-- bright button stitched on a Sunday frock.  …

the sliced peach heavy with juice glistens on the summer plate   chunks torn from the pit jagged where red life seeped into the yellow flesh   chewy skin dried…

The hardy, Irish wild fern sits in the dark, wet garden of my childhood.   I scrape its black spores off the back of its body - spores that won't…

All thinking stop for a moment, at least, so I might look this owl in his pitch black eyeball of shine and sorrow and ask him please, to show me…

Full pothole on a dry road - splash! * Leaf fall - spiders bursting from the web * Bumbling along behind glass - first bee of spring   - James…

if only the bees would swarm for me but i am not proficient in the queen’s english yet i must insist my musk speaks matriarchy -Vivian Ia Vivian Ia lives…

At the pepper peddler, red through purple hues waxy sweet in the sun. Each row a rainbow with heirloom types ripe, with smells to wake the April smile. Sweater draped…

Tiny turkey-tail treasures etched with essence of earth. Color of northwest sea-forest southwest desert-dirt. Lines of landscape as seen from sky and iridescent dragonfly eye. Fuzzy to my fingers, who…

sky thru pines before twilight cloudless pink, fire opal shimmer, stillness. this sky — the rosy mantle of benediction. – Carol Lynne Knight As co-director of Anhinga Press, Carol Lynne…