Beauty and the Abominable by Janet Keyes


Ice storms came with rain, then slush,
Then freezing-dripping-freeze again,
Creating thicker frozen layers.

Our valley saw the sparkling gleam
Of lovely frosty scenes for those
Who dream romantic works of art.

But in the hills the freezing-dripping- freezing
Led to clicking, snapping, groaning, bending,
Breaking, smashing, crashing devastation.
Sugar maples, stately in their prime,
Surrendered this year’s sweetness to the power
Rained down by nature’s massive beastly blows.

And yet the single blades of grass
Stood straight and tall, encased, enclosed,
Embraced by ice that toppled trees.

Old Woodsman and Critters by Janet Keyes

Semi-retired, the old woodsman sold firewood to folks who actually still burned real wood, not pellets. Of course he burned wood to heat his own home. On long winter days he sat for hours in an appropriately semi-retired and musty easy chair a few feet away from the wood stove in his cellar. The rest of the house was comfortably warm, but the cellar was warmly cozy, and with any luck he might not hear the phone from there. Continue reading

Battle Horizon by Janet Keyes



In the snowless winter
an ambiguous horizon retreats tentatively,
as if unsure of its defining edge.
Nearby we view the sight
of brown hills striated with hundreds
of gray-black tree trunks, and thousands
of fine-line branches and twigs,
interspersed with jagged dark evergreen slashes.
Further away ridges roll out dull blue,
or purple at rosy dawn and dusk,
their details blurred and varying
with changing weather and light.
Still more distant hills arise
in pale blue permanence
uneasily nudged by temporary gray-blue impostors
whose faintly ragged edges
betray their true identity as clouds,
sky-soldiers advancing and retreating,
maneuvering through their missions
in an endless ground-sky fight
for horizon territory.

Honor by Luci Adams




I have some wonderful friends in my life.

Strong women.

Women on the cutting edge.

Women on the forefront.


Teachers of music, authors, gardeners,

Readers, healers, housewives, mothers,

Maidens, crones, poets.


Women in pain, in joy.


Women still in physical bodies, some not.

Courageous women, risk takers,

Seekers, knowers,

Creative, warm wonderful.

Humorous, giving, supportive.


Women who have touched my life in some way…

Some in small yet significant ways —

Some with greater impact …


                                    Faith Javane                          Linda Tanner

                                    Sue Lukgord                           Lousia Poole

                                    Enid Hoffman                        Joy Bergstrom

                                                         Virginia Randall


I honor you all

Thank you for being in my life.

Incredible Edible Men by Mildred Grant

“Almost time to go back home to Bingville, children,” Grandma called from the back porch, “but I’d like to have you do a few things for me before you go. Chester, please stop by the hen-house, take the small can of oil, and oil the hinges on the back gate. The screeching every time that gate moves is driving me crazy. The rest of you, please come into the house.”

Chet stopped for the oil can and headed back toward the gate while Eleanor, Mildred, and Allen followed Grandma through the back door and into the kitchen.

“You know, tomorrow is our ‘special’ day. Continue reading

I’m Done with You, Martha Stewart! Lori Thatcher

          So long, Martha,

            This time I really mean it! I can’t fathom why our affair endured as long as it did. Every one of my recent resolutions has been about simplifying my life and paring down my possessions. The minimalist lifestyle has lured me away, darlin’. I’m trying to be gentle, but I need to tell you I have no room in my life for you.

I know. I know. You have good reasons for not believing me. Every time you show up, I cave in, despite my resolutions. Continue reading

Concert On the Move, About 1938 by Mildred Grant

             “Breakfast! Come and get it!” Mom called, as she turned the last pancake on the old iron griddle.

            From the uppermost cabin, Dad and we three girls, Eleanor, Mary, and me—Mildred, made a mad dash for the roofed-over picnic table. The three boys,Chester, Allen, and my boyfriend Fred, burst out the door of the next cabin down the hill from ours, threatening to get to the table first. Continue reading

HEKATE by Luci Adams

Hekate at the Y
Hekate with the three-headed hound
Hekate with the serpent-entwined walking staff
Hekate, the obsidian-robed one
Hekate, I greet you.


At the Y, the place of choices

            The black obsidian path, into the void

            The red coral path, into the quiet

            The white pearl path, into the wisdom

I have heard, Hekate
That only one path can be chosen

It seems to me, in the choosing of one
All are encompassed.

Then Hekate, I choose
          The Obsidian Fire Dragon path.


Scary Accident by Mildred Grant

“Come on, girls, the baskets are full,” called Mabel. “We have to get across Dunbar Brook while we have plenty of light.”

“Why can’t we just go back the way we came? Through the woods, over the stone wall, and up the hill?” asked Helen.

“Coming down with empty baskets was easy,” Mina explained. “Full baskets are harder to carry through the woods, and getting them over the stone wall would make the ferns crush down, spoiling them.” Continue reading

From The Goddess by Luci Adams

 Hear me, oh children, through the centuries
I am the MOTHER of all — the CREATOR

 I give you the gift of life, of power, of discernment.
I bring you love, compassion, nurturing,
sadness, passion, life, laughter, growth.

I give you choice – to experience who you are not
to become aware of who you truly are.

I ask you to awaken – to live consciously –
 to respond IN LIFE – not to react to happenings.

I am with you always, in all ways,
I ask you to honor your gift of life
by being who you truly are,
A sensual/sexual wild woman
an aspect of God experiencing HERSELF!

Luci Adams©