Category Archives: Poems

Hopping on the Circle of Life

I was gone from home a few days, and when I returned I found abundant amounts of baby rabbit poop–very tiny pellets that suggest the very young cottontail rabbits are venturing close to the house, and I’m curious what draws them … Continue reading

Posted in environment, nature, Poems

Thanks to Brian Bingham of Automatic Pilot

Four of my poems just published today in Automatic Pilot, an Irish journal.  It is available both in print and in digital format  

Posted in Announcements, Ireland, Poems

Night Garden Journal

Thanks to Night Garden Journal for including me in this lovely  affordable gem. Night Garden Journal’s Autumn 2017 Issue is now available, featuring the exquisite poetry of:   Jeff Bagato, Juliet Cook, Jan Darrow, Elaine Reardon,Ken Allan Dronsfield, G. Louis Heath, Sandy … Continue reading

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Thanks to the UCLA Writing Project for including my poem in their newest journal.

Out of Anonymity, the Journal of the UCLA Writing Project is available on Amazon.

Posted in December, emotional health, environment, nature, Poems

New Environmental Essay

Published today at This international journal based in Germany has a great design and focuses on our environment.  Please take a look. Elaine  

Posted in environment, fracked gas, magic, Poems

Rabbits and Uncle Donnie

Early June’s blog about D-Day reminded me of another story dad told me about Uncle Donnie.  I was  in the 7th grade, and reading  Truth is Stranger than Fiction at the kitchen table. Dad sat across from me and I asked … Continue reading

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Book Review — The Heart is a Nursery for Hope

via Book Review — The Heart is a Nursery for Hope

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June Brings Daisies and D-Day, 29 Lets Go

Early June brings my sister’s birthday and raises memories of D-Day. For those of you who didn’t have a dad that landed on the beaches, I’ll explain that my sister’s birthday is June 3, and D-Day quickly follows on June … Continue reading

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mud, water birds & coffee

I see a woodpecker, bright red head, feathers flies past my groggy field of vision as I sip morning coffee.  That bird thinks of himself and an empty belly as he cracks open the cherry bark.  Next, I look at … Continue reading

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