Last Light A poem by Ken Gierke Last Light A trying day pressing close to its end, I watch your sleep, restless for both of us. Eyes closed, do you see what lies ahead or a past that is out... Continue Reading →
Robin’s Song A poem by Ken Gierke Robin’s Song Traces of a Robin’s Egg In a time when a house well-kept, children fed, loved, was enough. When pilot and copilot were interchangeable. Mates for life, but one will outlast the... Continue Reading →
Fresh Air Walk During a Pandemic A poem by Ken Gierke Fresh Air Walk During a PandemicA light rain that would not touch me, wasfollowed by sunlight that surrounded mefrom a respectful distance.Pollen seemed deferential. Skirtingthe edge of the trail... Continue Reading →
Embers to Stars A poem by Ken Gierke Embers to Stars On a still night, flames rise from crackling maple into thin smoke that wafts upward in a loose spiral, coaxed ever higher by glowing embers that lie in the... Continue Reading →
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