When we still had forests A poem by Kimberly Peterson When we still had forests I was a feather collector. The hundreds I’d gathered affixed to yellowing pages: -goose quills left along riverbanks, -gull plumes from fast food parking lots,... Continue Reading →
Chewed-Up A poem by Kimberly Peterson Chewed-UpWith flat-footed power and toes-down brakes, my oldest son scoots on a red plastic motorcycle along St. Lawrence River pathways. Pregnant with his brother, I trudge behind. Past the phantom pulp and paper mill.... Continue Reading →
Attitude “I’m coming, I’m coming. Can’t you see I’m busy?” I yell at the microwave’s beeps and scrolling Your meal is ready! Your meal is ready! Siri, you don’t understand me, I have to repeat and repeat. The camera’s great,... Continue Reading →
First Dental Appointment Having no appointment myself, I’m a serene gull surfing air currents. You’re intrigued by the hydraulic chair, florescent lights, and sit quietly while he works. I pat your hand, tell you what a brave boy you are.... Continue Reading →
Frozen Cattail One solitary cattail piercing the snow Encased, a sheen of ice Freezing the moment when Its brown crushed velvet skin Split to spew forth parachutes of future hope But no one has made it out safely No ‘see... Continue Reading →
Retirement No longer needing to commute, We move out of the city. Seeking the quiet inside a snow globe, The simplicity of tails instead of tail lights I’m charmed by the view out my window Two swayed back mares Eating... Continue Reading →
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