By Emma Woodford Flat canal fog, disappearing trees line adroitly planted paths. Water flows coal barges float, with cars parked. The train glides, buildings grow gravel patches spread like butterflies. Roads pass ponds with corner herons standing, are they watching fish or waiting for the sun. November days passing, greyly lit winter, curling … Continue reading Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog
Second Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest: The Holiday
By Bernadette Perez The Holiday Home with family and friends Dinner Feast for kings Time spent reminiscing A day of thanks You run out the door Paper in hand Adrenaline pumping Deals Bargains Saving 50-75% Buyer incentives BOGO Two for one Be the first customer Receive free rewards Stand in line for hours Hustle and bustle … Continue reading Second Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest: The Holiday
Holiday Contest First Prize: Poetry – Six Holiday Haiku/Senryu
By Katelyn Thomas He calculates, frets. Santa does not need to fit - No math in magic. This Christmas morning nature tinseled the white pine with layers of ice. Empty cardboard box - gift enough for the kitten. No need for the mouse. They are not ready to pack their wonder … Continue reading Holiday Contest First Prize: Poetry – Six Holiday Haiku/Senryu
Ready for Christmas
By John Page
What goes through a Kid’s Mind in the Time Running up to Christmas
By John Page Candy Candy Toys Toys Excited, excited, excited! Santa is coming! Hope I was good. Want School over. It is almost Christmas!
“O Tannenbaum ”
By Thomas Page The tree sort of slumped over. Ornaments scattered all over the ground. On the way down, the tree took out several pictures on the mantle. The ground was covered in broken glass, clay, and porcelain. Their dog, Sparkles, was trying to eat the remains of a surfing Santa. “Well, I’ll get some … Continue reading “O Tannenbaum ”
It is pumpkin time!
By Jessica Ricks
Tommy Haiku #57
by Thomas Page Mistletoe over The door, wrapped in holly White and green and red
Tommy Haiku #11-12
Thanksgiving, a time For Keats-like mourning by fowls Who haven't much time The Easter Choir sings "Hallelujah, the Lord is Risen" to strangers
