By Jim Harrison
The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain.


“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7
“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7
snow sculpture ~ Alberta, Canada


three of the 230 goats up at Horizon View Park, Lake Forest park, WA


artist: Phreadde Davis


I envy those who complain of heat!


After the Storm on Lake Michigan

Drifts of ladybugs
too many plastic tampon injectors
collapsed colonies of bees and graduation balloons
newly dead deer painted on a sand floor
carp and catfish with mortar hole eyes
abalone rubber
granite styrofoam
sunken torn cans await their prey
rounded planks, bolts, rootless black sedges splayed like linguine
red and mustard running boards on a dark turtle
a no-longer-mourned set of house keys
grounded robin and Monarch
over and over this ocean lake upchucks its coarse and colorful meal
lapping up twisted sticks
yards of crushed shells and woody rot

photo/poem: E.Bouman