Mid-Winter Haiku – Matthew Lovegrove

the frozen pond breathes a thousand sighs of blue sky clouds creak underfoot matthew lovegrove (he/him) works & lives in the traditional, unceded territory of the Skwxwú7mesh and shíshálh Natio…

Mid-Winter Haiku – Kersten Christianson

Aurelia aurita-a haiku sonnet Again, sleepless night.In a last-ditch leap, my mind conjures pirouettes, moon jellies, drift-drawn in the azure splash of tideembracing river’s mouth. Wait. Gathering…

Mid-Winter Haiku – Linda Freeman

SNOW, FALLINGI.Snow erasesyour footprintson the wooden stairs.II.I stroked your rough woolimagining fine sweaters.III.Snow falling on snow.The pause.Then stepping through. Linda McCauley Freeman is…

Mid-Winter Haiku – Laurie Rosen

First Flakes Snow dusts gray mountains—sugar flecks on icy trailssweeten bitter days Winter Cabaret Naked birch balletEvergreens shake white pom-pomsConfetti tango A lifelong New Englander, Laurie …

Mid-Winter Haiku – Mike Wilson

Scent of rotting leavesposes questions not answereduntil spring arrives Inside the long nightdeath and life pass each other–first cousins, nodding Mike Wilson’s work has appeared in magazines inclu…

Mid-Winter Haiku – Sally Quon

morning stillness— mountains draped in cloud the silence at the end of the phone call swallowed by the silence— freshly fallen snow Sally Quon is a poet and photographer living in the Okanagan Vall…

The Egret

January 6, 2021 In a dream, you travel among lotuseson a summer evening,watch fireflies gather,spread apart again, innocent flames.*By the distant red window,you look out on silent streets,embroide…

Black-capped Chickadee

becomeits sprinting heartbeatsingits jauntysong—jazz queenof the yardwingyour wayan acrobat—cedar branchto feederflash-splashin the bird bathswallowcool rainwaterseek seedtrustthe hand that offersw…

Two Poems

Overshoot Ah, Caterpillar,you’ve devouredwhat your brothers cling to,naked tansy stalks,the golden blossoms gone,in your bellies the broad leaves crinkling and nothing, not a mouthful,remains.…

05.03.22 Fraser River

From my head thrust my body to the river at low tide lapped by bolts of shine wet mulch gardens, warm dock tiresa dredged umbrella skeleton is modern fossil in the siltaliv…

Red Alder Review

Online Boutique Purchases for the End of the World – Carlie Blume

As part of the Red Alder Review Open Mic series – Q&A and poem from Carlie Blume. (Q&A) RA: How, since the pandemic began, have you been able to connect or stay connecte…

Saint Lucy – Nancy Holmes

As part of the Red Alder Review Open Mic series – Q&A and poem from Nancy Holmes. (Q&A) RA: How, since the pandemic began, have you been able to connect or stay connected wit…