See the swamp, how big it’s grown
By Brent Johnson, Clam Gulch
Could we hear cottonwoods whispering soft?
The voice must be Debbie’s somewhere aloft.
Ole cutie owl hootie-hoo’s to the dove
beams like a... Read more
Where Luck Comes In
The edge of English morphs a bit
as tongues go scuttling over it.
A younger ear now seldom learns
about a... Read more
Tenderness from the Top
Into the lips
of the Apocalypse
falls Devious Don.
Yet not a tear
will there appear
the moment he is gone.
is kind... Read more
Paul Seaton has displayed courage in dealing with the Alaska budget, environmental issues, and fishing issues. One of his children is a KPB teacher. That... Read more
Flavored by Flowers
About “bee gold” there is an obsession
but it isn’t a color or even a possession.
It isn’t an age, though... Read more