Victoria Road by Will Reger

The boy on his way to school Saw the earth eating a dog. Black and brown, warm and sleek, A lolling grin so like its kind: It was killed by a car and Fell among the roadside weeds Without notice and was still. How long did the earth dance on Before the boy saw its … Continue reading Victoria Road by Will Reger

Cicada by Will Reger

Cicada settles on the sidewalk to wait the final embrace of opossum’s maw or the sweet reduction of ants. The bulging eyes fold in on themselves, arthritic death clenches once nimble wings, and beetles rush to sip the cooling ichor of life, while dragonflies above dance the wake. And I walk by and by and … Continue reading Cicada by Will Reger

Berry Picking by Will Reger

These are the woods Where my mother played, Her playhouse—an outline of Stones on the ground. Beside the creek Her father gardened,  But the water rose And spread his seeds  Among the trees. Summer was the time For berry picking. We each took a bucket, Walked into the woods And filled it with berries. The … Continue reading Berry Picking by Will Reger

Caught in Snow by Will Reger

Her race presumes Imperious cuteness Conquers all—even Monday snowfall when, From her comfortable nest At the top of the stairs, This scroll of fur and claw Uncoiled, shot outside, Her eye distilled For the hunt: tiger demon Fell to winter’s ambush— Snow knives, hawk Shadow circling, Coyotes lambent Among the weeds, iron Curve of sky—and … Continue reading Caught in Snow by Will Reger

Musical performance: Never Forgotten by William Reger

William recorded “Never Forgotten” in a classroom where he teaches. The flute is a Kuzin Bruce Low A flute. Like “In the Woods,” “Never Forgotten” is a spontaneous improvisation. Click here: Never Forgotten by William Reger ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ To listen to another musical piece by Will, go here. To read his poetry, go here, here, and … Continue reading Musical performance: Never Forgotten by William Reger

Musical performance: In the Woods by William Reger

Besides being an excellent poet, William Reger plays Native American style flutes. William says that this piece, titled “In the Woods” was “recorded in the woods with the birds and squirrels and some unnamed individual crashing through the weeds on his way to somewhere.  It uses a High Spirits high E “Kestrel” flute.” “In the … Continue reading Musical performance: In the Woods by William Reger

Untitled by William Reger

It is pleasant to drive in spring light so pure it is not seen but heard. The shadows of still naked trees are like flute music: frivolous, momentary, passing. _______________________________________________________________________________________ To read William’s other Spring Runoff entries, go here and here. *Competition Entry*

A Prayer to New Leaves by William Reger

New palms of life Cup the swelling breeze, Braided together with sunlight, Clutching at vaulted Translucence And time unspooling: Teach me to hope Against the broken branch, The gnawing worm, The bitter wind; Show me the comfort Of moments Enfolded and Flowering; Help me converge The dark root, The crystal dew, The burning light; Unlimber … Continue reading A Prayer to New Leaves by William Reger

First Robins by William Reger

Who strew the millet and sunflower seeds, Attracting these red-vested jots To the wintry paper of my yard? Black and square in my overcoat, I pass them by, an exact counterpoint To their gratitude who left The dark wind for this plenty. Seek, seek, seek, they chirp, And ye shall find the oil-fat seed, The … Continue reading First Robins by William Reger