Author Archive for Cathryn Wellner

Medusa Was a Manatee

Armitage Siren

Floating on a sullen sea without a breath of wind A searing sun beating down upon a sailor’s skin And somewhere in the distance he hears the Sirens sing Calling him, calling him, calling him … Luring sailors to the…

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Cloud Woman Leaping

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Cloud Woman Leaping by Deb Maike Head back Puffy arms flung out in joy As she soars Fluffy left leg extended Right knee high and back Over the hurdle, A black band of rain cloud, Rising into the dawn’s blue…

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A Paucity of Nouns

Question mark graffiti

The dangling particle is stretched to the limit and can be clutched in space by that illusive adverb before the noun mascarading as a verb smothers my few parts of speech left. All that remain are my adjectives. Oh, Al…

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An answer in the lake

Sky-sandwich

Clouds lay heavy over the lake, just at sunset. When I looked at the photograph on my computer, I realized it was like a sky sandwich, gold-tipped clouds framed by hills and sky. I liked that so posted it to…

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The Dancing Leaves

Leaves (1)

©2013 Rick Hardman The leaves dance spontaneously. Most are not shy in any way. Through the window, I can faintly hear their laughter. A few are timid though and cling firmly to the ground. The bold ones tumble and fly…

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Fire in the woods

Pioneer Ranch

It takes so long to shake off the newcomer designation in a rural community. And it takes so little to make it stick like glue. We added some glue early in our stay in Cariboo. Pioneer Ranch lies on one…

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Boot for trade

Vetnam Veterans Memorial

Sterling Haynes had a hunch I would appreciate his tanka. (That is a Japanese poem with five lines. The first and third have five syllables. The others have seven.) He was right. I appreciate because I know he spent ten…

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Trapped in a Bubble

Bubble

©2013 Rick Hardman I often feel as if I am trapped within a bubble. The wide world is all around me but here I am isolated and separate. It seems impossible to escape into the reality that surrounds me. Nor…

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That Old Man Hiding in My Mirror

Old man's hand

© 2013 Rick Hardman The glaring light from the string of bulbs above the mirror does me no favours. Apparently, I combed my hair with an egg beater this morning. But, at least I have hair, My one small victory.…

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One man’s sacrifice for war

Outhouse family

Mother had told us her brother Speed (Levi Outhouse) was moving to Twin Falls. We knew he had been living in an SRO (single-room occupancy) building in Portland, Oregon. The building was being demolished. With nowhere to go, he became…

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Fred Eaglesmith and the crooked path toward home

Fred Eaglesmith

My former husband and I were farming on Vancouver Island when we first heard of Fred Eaglesmith. The friend who introduced us to his music was another smallholder. We were all working as many jobs as it took to pay…

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