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Poetry Review: The Cremation of Sam McGee

“There are strange things done in the midnight sun…” As soon as eyes read, or ears hear, that famous opening line, the brain slides into its automatic rhythm. We’ve got Robert W. Service to thank for that. Why is it such a successful poem…

Haiku

1. Maroon hummingbirds flap fall air under their wings, soon they will depart. 2. Summer’s last dry wind sunlight fades, leaves crisp, and fall into a solstice. 3. In a brown twig drey up a snow-covered pine tree a famished squirrel waits.

Evergreen

Home to prickly pines and Douglas fir, Hoh rain forest, a carpet of licorice fern. Emerald beards coat every surface over-grown facial hair or mask? Timbers moistened by sulfur rain, exudes rich cedar, ripe pine and old oak’s fragrance. It…

The swift epidemic

Scott sits on his light blue arm chair and sips a steaming cup of coffee–this coffee is more bitter than what he drank in his youth. The morning news comes into focus. Sounds from the television start to make their way to Scott. He looks to…