Lothlorien Poetry Journal

  The Bear King What happened to those squeaks of chalk that accompanied my childhood ABCs? Wee shrieks that might have made even Webern ...

  The Unfenced Voice Liberty lives in lines we choose to keep. Where borders stand as lines of mutual regard, Not walls of fear but ma...

  Already in Use tahi | The Condition Is Already in Place   The sky sits low above the field line. no rain. not yet dusk.   ...

  THIS RAIN MOON   Soon the moon will be full again, that Snow Moon as northerners call it, large & white, beaming behind the ...

  Spring Song     Under the umbrella of winter, I hope raindrops of spring. Every flower breathes deeply, every breeze dyes the sk...