Category: North America
+ Hawaii, Nature, North America, Poetry
Balanced
by Josie
Look out the window sometime; with the bold winds dancing throughthe Banyan trees it’s pretty in a lanced way, a little bodega in the neighborhood-way. From the balcony, I can hear gentle laughter of soccer boys and soccer girls kicking dogwood trees instead of soccer balls. Damn, if it doesn’t get me every time. If I were older, I would have fled the sceneand left the dimes and dollars for a … Read More Balanced
+ Kansas, Nature, North America, Poetry
Stars & Stripes
by Josie
Stars and stripes & a purple ponytailjiggling up and down on the windingroad fur-lined in Douglas Firs andpocket-bullys straining on chains.
Attempting to Make a Point
by Josie
Poetry — what an objectively disagreed upon reality, filled to overflow with such things like fringe combs and metallic tea jugs. Best now to bring it to a boil, to set on the balcony railing and let seep
+ Hawaii, Humor, North America, Poetry
Edgar
by Josie
There can’t possibly be anything in the world more complicated than a sourdough starter. I feed Edgar every 24 hours, sometimes more if he moans and belches a watery black liquid. “Hooch” this is called, and apparently I am to stir it back in and just keep feeding. But Edgar doesn’t like the sun & doesn’t like the pantry & doesn’t like cool water and it must be … Read More Edgar
Kaimana
by Josie
With fistfuls of ocean, I scrubthe soles of my feet— exhausting flakes for the fish food watching the waves lose pieces in a fist fight with the breeze. I got a whole lotta sand to figure things out. The sun will wait for me patiently kissing umbrella cloudstil my blue towel be set near that low wall. Not for the first time do I wonder how long this will last. Harnessing light from … Read More Kaimana
Start Here
by Josie
Beginning is the most difficult. Here is this vision, this goal, this dream. Here is the triumphant ending, here are the quick montage days of the “normal” middle, and here is the second breakfast on the unusually warm day and the little boy passing a granola bar through the car window while I rest my bicycle against my thighs at the traffic stop. What … Read More Start Here
+ Nature, North America, Poetry, TransAm
Wright’s Beach
by Josie
If I am caught hold tight the strings against the seagull’s squalor and tight against the fading light. The children shriek a sandy progress and to my expedite delight the winds that harness heaven’s hurry take these piercing shrieks far from me. Far, far above the landscape the corners of me
the Hydrogen Jukebox 