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The smoking spokeA Poem by M.A. Carrspiritual |
Engineered Wood Flooring – A Much Preferred ..A Story by Rebecca SmithDesigning the floor is an art and it plays a crucial role for the decoration of any house. |
The Warrior OaksA Poem by SwethaAn English Sonnet about Nature and its destruction |
Miniature JuniperA Poem by Robert RonnowAlthough I hardly gave it a thoughtI didn't really doubtour miniature juniper, a bonsai,would survive our desert vacation. It .. |
Grand CanyonA Poem by Robert RonnowThe Grand Canyon is like the brainwith deep, unexplored fissures and tributaries,the main route well known by now.I am walking, walking inside my mind.. |
Undersky Sleeping, HousekeepingA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the holy spotwith a sitting rock,an oak. In backyards, shagbark hickory and maple.Ants climb the rock.August, birdscelebrate floweringweeds, the se.. |
Words for BirdsA Poem by Robert RonnowFirst person singular prohibited. In orderto be more crow.War! war! war! war! war!Then there's that lowland wetland birdaround the stunted red pines c.. |
Black-capped ChickadeesA Poem by Robert RonnowHaving not done the things I wanted to doand the things I've done not being what I wanted to doI sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.. |
Caterpillar furA Poem by Robert RonnowSpring is sprung.Clouds of maple.Skies of pine.Red in green.Serviceberry understory.Spring is sprung.Skunk cabbage spathe.Black birch sap.Poplar flowe.. |
The Canopy and EconomyA Poem by Robert RonnowSun and traffic�" -- day economy.Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tiredto be angry. Each day a steptoward death. What is being accomplished?.. |
Dead Man's EyesA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe was hanging in line with the elder trees From an oak that had broken the line, That’s why they probably missed him, he Became.. |
Wetland SongA Poem by Robert RonnowThe April morning's quietand so is the November.Wherever people outnumber treesor the dominant cover typeis unquiet. Nothing wrong with that.Walt got .. |
The SanctuaryA Story by Therius TaleFollow beyond the trail of mind, towards the locks and stairs of thoughts and creations. |
To be.....A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas LoweOh how much, I'd like to be Seated beneath a wild oak tree And while away my time till June When leaves are green and blue are moons .. |
The CeremonyA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe sun had set on the mountain top Before we could get away, I hadn’t wanted to drive by night But rather the light of day, .. |
The Ogre's PaintbrushA Story by Georgina V SollyA modern fairytale, using old techniques. |
Tale: Love That Knows No BoundsA Story by N.D. ReedA short "fairy tale" set in my dark fantasy world. |
The Dandelion DeityA Poem by SethnicityFind God in Everything |