Conrad Martin: I Wandered Through a Land of Silent Hills
I wandered through a land of silent hills.
(The land is lost—nor where, nor name, nor why)
A grass-blown emptiness of wind-soft silences—
An endless prairie swept into an endless sky. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: I Wandered Through a Land of Silent Hills”
Raise me free like summer breezes
wrenched from off the lawn.
Lift me like evaporation
break me like the dawn. Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Morning Poem”
In these forests,
the fern fields
flow onward in green waves.
You step carefully, Continue reading . . . “Julie Atkinson: Fern Poem”
Gloria Kurtz: A Child of Wonder
A child of wonder, here I stand, my Lord,
Inside a pink-rimmed dawning sky of light.
Assign my feet an unfamiliar way,
Not gratifying to my coddled sight. Continue reading . . . “Gloria Kurtz: A Child of Wonder”