Poetry
— A walk through a rainforest path leads to a creek where the narrator finds peace and sees their reflection in the water.
— A prose poem captures the sensory landscape of a neighborhood street through wind, racing cars, crunching leaves, gossip, and flickering streetlights.
— A kinetic poem follows a car journey across the Bishop Ford bridge, past landmarks and exits, building speed toward a hidden quarry pit.
— A rock on a cliff observes the forest through a day, finding richness in stillness as the world below bustles on.
— The ghost I saw not Was a soul The mist I saw not Was a ghost The ghost I saw not was mist not Was a soul Not was a...
— Snow-sleet coming down I hear the howl of the hound Snow-sleet coming down Like alabaster flowers raining down on me
— It’s snowing OMG Yes! Look. Snowman Frozen river Stuck fish Let’s skate Also ski Too cold Too cold For me
— Transcript Hello, and welcome to Poetry Soup! I’m your host, Emma Catherine Hoff. Each episode, I’ll discuss a different poem and poet. Today I’ll be talking about one of my...
— Sand becomes an eagle flying across the desert, forming mountains and ripples, until drought-stricken cacti are blessed by sudden rain.
— A poem traces the cycle from evening through night to dawn, observing how moonlight and starlight transform the landscape before sunrise returns.