Riding mower droning on the quad
as we emerge from shade. It's still not terrible
but i miss the feel of the breeze the ancient oaks let through
a moment earlier. See, that one can live
without central air. Windmill, trees, siesta;
and we will forget that ever there were wheels.


Oskar Sala.


Naomi Long Madgett.


Cow pooling.


Poem.


A Wiccan neoformalist.