Emerald Pool

By Scott Molgard I stared at the full moon glowing, hanging low over Kezar Lake. Clouds above me and the white caps in front of me reflected this eerie light. I listened for the mournful cries of a loon over the creaking of the docks. I thanked God I was alive, what was I thinking? … Continue reading Emerald Pool

My Golden Moth

By Cliff Rivera Like a moth to a flame burned beside a bonfire My love is a sweaty bandanna red with desire For organic acres of planteyn plantations Simple yet complex like a wise and lovely Lola Who listens to us talk on the casa phone of Grandad Better late than never Better now than … Continue reading My Golden Moth