When bluebells bloom in Montana

She taught me to love onions:

I keep my silence

The Season joyously unfolds

Born in a solitary place, I hear

Weep not for me

Thin as winter fruit, he stood in the orchard extending his hand, begging in an unknown tongue. I was nine years old. Fourteen years later I want to offer him a taste of orange juice flowing down a dusty throat. --Jason Weeks Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

I’m not sure about the need for war. I’m not sure Whether we return when life is done. I’m not sure How the internet works, much less ESP. I’m not sure How human bodies can possibly make Over a million red blood cells Every second. I am not sure About the physics of rainbows. I’m not sure why history contains so few accounts Of women. And, I’m not at all sure That light really travels over 186,000 miles per second! But! Show me a book of 1000 smiles, And I AM SURE I could pick out yours. --Beth Pettis​ Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

Some thing was wrong this year.

Pirouetting and dancing No chains and no rules Only flight. I am jealous as I lie in your arms Earthbound. I must let you go I must be beautiful without you Like a bird Without your affection I must fly unhindered across a purple sky I must learn to love myself Without your love behind me You are so beautiful and so brave and so wonderful But I must fly away from you Like a bird Up through the trees To the sun Like a bird. --Anushka Shenoy Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

It seems so calm, so understated, this disintegration of my life which comes with official notification. “Evidence of malignancy" . . . The words stay steady on the page, the only constant as the world's axis shifts. Nothing will ever be the same again as I discover the old philosophers were right - The world is flat. And I have fallen off the edge. --Suzanne Graham Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

That’s the sun, and