by Sherri Koehler | Nov 8, 2025 | Poetry
August Morningby Albert Garcia It’s ripe, the melonby our sink. Yellow,bee-bitten, soft, it perfumesthe house too sweetly.At five I wake, the airmournful in its quiet.My wife’s eyes swim calmlyunder their lids, her mouth and jawrelaxed, different.What is...
by Sherri Koehler | Sep 17, 2023 | Poetry
In the Mystery by Sharon Warman Agnor What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listento the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas, how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She...
by Sherri Koehler | Mar 4, 2021 | Uncategorized
At an informal Zoom call several people came to discuss what has worked for them to get vaccine. High recommendation to contact the Rosewood Family Center if you qualify. They have 2 offices but it’s believed that the Gateway office is where the vaccine clinic...
by Sherri Koehler | Nov 28, 2020 | Poetry
Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillars of light,are giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment, the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue shoulders of the ponds,and every pond,no matter what itsname is, is...
by Sherri Koehler | Nov 28, 2020 | Poetry
(Song IX / from Two Songs for Hedli Anderson) Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning...
