Spring’s First Day
Wendy Morton’s poetry is earthy and honest. Tend to it, and it germinates and sprouts at your feet. Here’s a poem and picture honouring our vernal equinox. SPRI...
Category: Poetics
Earth’s navel
I’m leaning on a limb I removed from an overzealous elm. It’s shoulder high and thick as a wrist, tight grained and green, heavy enough for Friar Tu...
True thoughts under a halo of Romeo y Julieta smoke
Not long ago I was at a conference on how to raise money for missions serving homeless people. The conference took place in upper-crust Orange County. Newport B...
Unpublished news
On the balcony, a basket, vines over its eyes. Across the alley, wind bullies a leaf. On the street, heads behind windshields, sunglasses, pinned up hair. They ...