ICE POND                       1 In early morning when the sun lights up last night’s beads of dew, all the way to the pond I walk through a show of spiders’ lacey art hanging from branches of the spruce.           2 Once […]

ISLAND COTTAGE for Frances Vaughan Over the years and many visits, since no one was at home, imagination was my entry, allowed me morning coffee  on the small front deck, the privilege of touching down lightly, lingering there. Today an invitation came from the poet whose cottage it happens to be. Inside, it is trig […]

“SOME DAY I WILL BUILD HERE” – Lucia Weinhardt When I first found it years ago, this ramshackle affair was just barely a footprint on a sweet and lonely piece of land not too far from the back side’s ever-alluring edge. Nestled amongst the low-lying scrub and the skeletal bones of the once burnt and […]