photographs by David Wright

haikus by Kristen Lindquist Early Morning, Sound Of Feathers I hear wings flapping but fall back asleep too tired yet for the divine. Just Before Dawn Just before dawn a single crow caws– I’m not the only one awake. Sounds Like Spring End of summer– in the backyard phoebe calling again. Night Bells Buoy bell […]

photography by Jim Dugan

photos by Josh Nagle

poem by Dave Morrison I’ve been listening to the dark for hours. At first it was fine sand sifting over old stones, then warm wind through a rusted screen, then heavy mist falling on the roof of a convertible. The night was an aquarium filled with stones, each one a worry, and the sound of […]

painting by Jessica Stammen “Even though it’s dark, we still want to play.” After the work day is done staff and students from The Carpenter’s Boat Shop caravan over to the neighborhood pond to play hockey as night falls. With the first strong, loud smack of the puck against the boards Mr. Riley knows without […]

haiku by Kristen Lindquist Even in this dark I can tell those are white pines.

poem by Dave Morrison The wind hisses through the trees like a great dark snake coiling around the house, patient and cool. The green leaves of summer are rattling brown husks, ghosts crouch on roof ridges and gnaw acorns, the dim glow of the streetlights looks like the lights of a sinking ship. “Let go,” […]