In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo The sun trips over a red rock and breaks. The Madeline Island ferry carries dusk shards. At night Bayfield shines little lights on Lake Superior. The town closes down. Wind makes me shiver even in June. The Lake is like my Aunt Stokesia, chilly even in summer, strong in anyContinue reading “In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo”
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Jeannie E. Roberts, Phoenix Park in Summer
Phoenix Park in Summerby Jeannie E. Roberts —near the confluence of the Eau Claire and Chippewa Rivers In late Decemberwhen snow drifts and icicles freezewhen horizon’s cold hazesparks a remembrance I recalleach buoyant notethe vocal floatof quartets blendingmending sowing joy across crowdscouples strollingas rock ‘n’ roll fills the airand children dancing— defining beatsin the heatonContinue reading “Jeannie E. Roberts, Phoenix Park in Summer”
The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts
The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts Just beyond the six-panel dock daybreak resonates with electricity. Hydropower enlivens the rising light. There’s a fine mist on Lake Wissota and the dam answers with firefly-like glow. I awoke for this moment when the heavens attend to washes of color balance in blends of orange / apricot amberContinue reading “The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts”
Off the Highway by Julia Weld Huntington
Off the Highway by Julia Weld Huntington Lilacs lift leaves of cool satin And blossoms of mother-of-pearl Against the tarnished silver of the deserted house. Tall, exquisite grasses fill the dooryard with spray. Through the sun-drenched fragrance drifts the hazy monotone of bees Tints of opal and jade; the hush of emerald shadows, And aContinue reading “Off the Highway by Julia Weld Huntington”
The Late Wisconsin Spring by John Koethe
The Late Wisconsin Spring by John Koethe Snow melts into the earth and a gentle breezeLoosens the damp gum wrappers, the stale leavesLeft over from autumn, and the dead brown grass.The sky shakes itself out. And the invisible birdsWinter put away somewhere return, the air relaxes,People start to circulate again in twos and threes.The dominant feelingsContinue reading “The Late Wisconsin Spring by John Koethe”
When in Wisconsin Where I Once Had Time by John Engels
When in Wisconsin Where I Once Had Timeby John Engels When in Wisconsin where I once had timethe flyway swans came whistlingto the rotten Green Bay ice and stayed,not feeding, four days, maybe five, I shouted and threw stones to see them fly.Blue herons followed, or came first.I shot a bittern’s wing off with myContinue reading “When in Wisconsin Where I Once Had Time by John Engels”
Early Morning in Milwaukee by John Koethe
Early Morning in Milwaukee (excerpt)by John Koethe Is this what I was made for? Is the world that fitsLike what I feel when I wake up each morning? SteamcloudsHovering over the lake, and smoke ascending from ten thousand chimneysAs in a picture on a calendar, in a frieze of ordinary days?Beneath a sky of oatmealContinue reading “Early Morning in Milwaukee by John Koethe”
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