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 →
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