Following an excellent flash workshop with Finnian Burnett at Word on the Lake Writers’ Festival, Lintusen Press has been inspired to put out a submission call for an anthology of LIST STORIES, closing in the fall. Watch for it at LintusenPress.ca/submissions, but in the meantime, here’s an excellent post from Kathleen Jennings about how to use the form. Why don’t you try writing a few?
poem-tree talk April 16, 2025
We walk the trails
and I hear the trees talk
creaking screeches
from beneath the bark.
Their sap song
celebrates spring.
We hear, wondering
what stories creaking sap sings
and wishing we grasped more meaning,
while thankful that at least
we sense their flowing feelings
about spring.
poem- cloudy April 13, 2025
On the peaks, the snow is blinding white.
Where has it found the light to glow so brightly
beneath this cloud filled sky?
I need to find sun,
so I am an equally inspiring sight.
poem-sunglasses at night April 10, 2025
I step outside into the dark;
moon’s glowing so bright
it’s making shadows of the railings
And I think in dark times
Reflect the light, and
bars appear. Keep up the fight.
poem-ornithological optimism April 8, 2025
Each year with peace the mother geese
Find those penthouse nests after the snows
They see platforms for ospreys:
prime waterfront real estate. For a time,
they settle themselves, get comfortable,
squat home with mirth; they are there first.
But.
Each year in May there comes a day
when these geese have lost their lease.
Ospreys come back. I’ve never seen an attack
and yet one day raptor eyes appraise the skies,
and forsooth! There’s no longer a single penthouse dwelling goose!
poem-blast from the past April 7, 2025
Once again
you come by dream
to spend some time with me.
This visit you brought your wife
and gave me wildly inappropriate gifts
that I accepted graciously,
thankful her choices were not mine.
And yet my heart
still stirred at your smile.
How strange, though parted by
time, miles, and reality,
in youthful memory, you still
do this to me.
poem-bird spring April 5, 2025
42 Red-winged blackbirds along the little lake
5 herons in the marsh
1 eagle keeping watch on the foreshore
21 robins in the neighbour’s trees
a pair of house finches back in our blue spruce
Spring calling in the dawn and dusk
Twittering joy on the wind.
poem- a spring day April 3, 2025
At the neighbour’s, there are twenty-one robins
purposefully flittering and twittering.
Above, the sky is baby blue;
little cloud puffs waft across, like running tykes,
(hear their giggles?)
On trees, green buds peek from each branch.
Breathe in these beginnings.
I believe, this peaceful day
is what hope looks like.
poem- powered April 2, 2025
What we know about those who crave power
is that they are not the best people to have it.
Those who crave standing upon towers
and amassing fortunes are not placid.
A true leader is a servant to those he leads
Doing what is best to lift all to health and comfort
That leader provides what the community needs
True leaders don’t think they themselves should come first.
poem-dark April 1, 2025
Stark days
So hard to believe people mean
such evil things
so much surprise despite warnings.
Dark clouds
lightning strikes
But after shock, folks are aroused
to lift their lights.
Stand for what’s right.
Know the power and strength that is kindness.
Black hearts do not win for long
History knows, peace is stronger.
Empathy is mighty.
Time for mindfulness and doing whatever you should
for good.
Shawn L. Bird 