Blue Rivers

Art, Poetry & Essays • But not necessarily in that order.

I Want To Be A Crab

I want to be a crab Covered orange, a little red, just a dab, Soft inside the shell Hard outside where others see, Then I wouldn’t feel so small When the world threatens me.

Boo

Boo

Many years before my brother died, He said to me that the spiritual realm lay just beyond our grasp, Behind a curtain, And that he’d like to pull it back in order to see what’s there. Now that he’s dead, I imagine him opening the curtain, From the other side, And saying boo.

One Bird, Two

One Bird, Two

One bird, two. Three birds, four. One on the walk, One at the door, Collecting seeds For Winter’s store.

Pomegranates

Pomegrante

Pomegranates She had thick locks of iron grey hair That laughed down her back. Reclining on the blanket in their backyard, Her gaze held a smile on his face. The professor and his wife introduced me To the harpsichord, good wine, and backyard picnics. He adjusted his thick glasses, and that wry smile appeared. He […]

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Blue Rivers serves up artwork, poetry, and topical essays about art, culture, and the environment.

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