While I’ll take life in any season, the transition from summer to fall is bumpy for me. This year, the melancholy I often feel during these pre-winter months has been accented by various family crises. Still, as the song goes, How can I keep from singing?
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I don’t know the names— No very names. Oh, chapparal. Oh, sage. Vague names. Oh, cactus, tumbleweed. Oh, scorpion. Oh, coiled up shaker of a shaman’s bones. Oh, crook-limbed walker on the knuckled sands. Oh, day-lived blossom, thirsting in its death. Oh, winged portent of the flight of breath. Half-names, Bright shadows In a sun […]
Look with wonder on the world And on the walkers in the world Familiar and strange as if on God, For gods they are, unknowing.
Today is WIZ’s fifth birthday! To celebrate that and LONNOL Month, we’re giving away TWO free silver screen classics from days of yore for your viewing pleasure! This first is a rerun from a previous WIZ Retro Review Giveaway, but it’s one of my favorite old flicks. Come Next Spring is a generous story with […]
The sunset splashes honey colors wide and floods the valley floor with golden light. It laps the mountains on the other side before it circles down the drain of night. Upon the dark blue dusk, the moon floats high, adrift within the last of twilight’s glow. Too early for the stars to fleck the sky, […]
there once was a city grim and golden as a smudge or smear of candlewax or oil on restive rolling water rearing toward the heavens in fits and fickle starts as close as bees there was a city animal and loud loud and joyful loud and lunging at a side long, serial dream and then […]
In my part of the spring world, the arrival of the vernal equinox has not felt much different from the arrival of the autumnal equinox. The green flame is burning unusually low for this time of year. Winds have been abrasive and cold. Usually, the Big Green is well on its way by now, but […]
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 […]
________________________________ Bradley McIlwainÂ is a Canadian-based writer and poet who lives and works in rural Ontario. His poems have been published in national and international print and online magazines. He holds a Bachelor of Arts, Honours, from Trent University, with a major in English Literature. His first book of poems, Fracture, is now available. Photo, “Lightning, […]