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Poetry

Bed-Time Stories by Mark Fisher

April 30, 2022 By Cyn Bermudez

my dreams float like balloons in a blue sky
above forest and farms, a castle with moat
and all the fairy-tale landscape lying nearby
my dreams float

in among a sea of stars I lie afloat
and waves seem as words to my eye
showing me a story my father wrote

of magical worlds to which he would fly
to adventures on islands in seas remote
and to these lands I cannot deny
my dreams float

Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright living in Tehachapi, CA.  His poetry has appeared in: Silver Blade,  Penumbra, Reliquiae , and many other places.   His poem “there are fossils” (originally published in Silver Blade) came in second in the 2020 Dwarf Stars Speculative Poetry Competition.

Three Haiku Concerning…by Darlene Stotler

April 29, 2022 By Cyn Bermudez

What a Wise Man Saw
Holy angel guards
Christ gestating within child
While Mary cradles~

What a Wise Man Heard
Jesus smiles as mirth
springs from Mary’s lullaby
Footsteps cease~knees bend~

What a Wise Man Felt
Ringing quiet awe
Heralding innocent strength~
Eternal Life, Love

Darlene Stotler, who prefers to go by “d,” has been a freelance writer for more than 28 years whose works include human interest newspaper and magazine articles. A retired teacher of English, she realizes a career is uber important and fulfilling, but it’s family, faith and friends that remain her “fixed mark.”

July 4th at Pismo Beach by Gary Evans

April 27, 2022 By Cyn Bermudez

Shelley and I are at Pismo Beach.
The waves continue to break, never ending,
like the pain in my legs from this disease.

This pain is like the ebb and flow of the ocean waves,
but I wish it would just flow away and never ebb back.
God gives me strength to overcome the pain;

There is nothing like being at the beach,
our very own beach at Pismo,
with my loved one of forty-seven years.

Gary Evans, retired chiropractor; published in: Pathway to the Heart, WOK’s 2021 anthology; WOK’s 2021 NPM blog and soon 2022’s; accepted in CSUB’s 2022 Anthology, Writing Covid; zoomed open-mic events; member of Parkside Church and Writers of Kern. Gary’s been married to Shelley for 44 years; they have 3 daughters.

In the Ocean by Shelley Evans

April 26, 2022 By Cyn Bermudez

Worth the Risk

Named after the famous Percy Shelley, Shelley Evans has written poetry since childhood. She published The Life of Ahpun in 2020; other poems in anthologies and blogs; participates in open-mics; legal secretary; member of WOK and Parkside Church. She’s been married to Gary for 44 years; they have 3 daughters.

Mourning Dove Evans by Shelley Evans

April 25, 2022 By Cyn Bermudez

Today, I mourn the loss of a baby bird; it was just an embryo, in the egg. It cannot be considered stillborn because the poor, innocent conceptus had a horrific death. It fell about 7 feet from the nest when its parents flew out, and it cracked open on the cement outside the backdoor. Then Ruby lapped it up.

I watched the Mother return to their nest, scurrying frantically, shaking her head side to side, searching for her precious hatchling. She dropped down to examine the area below the nest, and her mate darted over to join the hunt for their one and only. Could they smell the essence of remaining embryonic fluid the dog may have missed?

How SAD ~ my heart hurts. Will these parents ever know what occurred this morning? Will they ever stop looking for their baby? As a mom, I cringe at the thought were it a child of mine.

I had noticed these doves building their home last week and took photos and videoed the activity. As much as I enjoyed viewing their show beyond the sliding glass door, I couldn’t help but wonder why they would choose to place their nest and potential offspring on such a precarious ledge, knowing that every time the door opened the birds would probably fly away, creating danger for a tiny, helpless squab-to-be.

Could this be the same pair of doves that has lived here in the past? I believe it is possible and quite likely they’ve returned “home,” considering themselves to be Evans. I guess birds don’t remember the past, but I do. Since I would prefer not to witness another avian death by way of falling, I’m visualizing a sign: NO NESTING HERE! Of course, birds cannot read printed words! My sign could be a piece of wood angled from the light fixture up against the house, completely preventing entrance.

Next year, hopefully, the Evans Dove Family will move to a safer area and raise some young’uns to add to their bevy.

Bless you, little “Squeaker” who never had a chance. I pray that your dove-angel swooped down to catch you as you fell and transferred you into the Hands of the One Who created you, Who loved you, Who loves you now ~ rest in peace, Dove Evans.

Named after the famous Percy Shelley, Shelley Evans has written poetry since childhood. She published The Life of Ahpun in 2020; other poems in anthologies and blogs; participates in open-mics; legal secretary; member of WOK and Parkside Church. She’s been married to Gary for 44 years; they have 3 daughters.

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