In their garden, I learned

In their garden, I learned

Poems by Lee Stark 01 In their garden, I learned  to splay the roots against their will, ideally with wet fingers but with a knife if  they did not want to leave.  This would stop the entire plant from bursting forth like a champagne cork, they said, when the ground...
Building a New Tomorrow

Building a New Tomorrow

by Doreen Hosking We must not stumble upon tomorrow. We must build it. – Pope Francis Mankind is capable of wondrous things. We have only to look at some of the great medieval cathedrals or listen to a Beethoven Symphony to know that this is true. Right now,...

If Quakers Were Witches

by Sara Jolena Wolcott My grandmother loved moss.  We would go on long walks together (well, I thought they were long, as an 9 year old), and look at the lichen on trees together with great delight. Upon a magnificent vista, a special clearing, or a Great Old Tree,...