"Made"
By Kayla Fetting
If only we were made a little more less
full of vines and hungry occurrences
we would rage against all constitutions
enough to divide what pieces of each were
conquered and unleft
and all that is anchored left again to
the solid wonder
of awakened phosphorous night
that will always show its hidden face
to begin
instead to lead
to hold
this ribbon untied, loosening itself
flowing, unwinding
to breathless cosmos
letting the bound slip away
"I was inspired to write this by some red vines I had seen growing around a wooden fence on a recent walk. They just made me think of connections."
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Untitled Haiku
By Shane Teter
The ice-edged river
conveys my red canoe. . . .
mist in the morning
"Early spring is my favorite time to canoe the rivers in Northern Wisconsin. I wrote this Haiku to celebrate this underappreciated time of year."
