Then the wind changes, “and Bear senses that it is time to go.” He packs the things he wants to keep in a blue blanket and leaves his cottage behind. In the forest—a lovely, deep place with ...

Since the nightstand’s debut there last month, amateur poets have filled it with more than 100 handwritten poems. “The wind graces this park / Like a breezy whisper / as sounds of longing ...

In the hush of dawn, where dreams still cling, I open a book while the pages sing. A symphony of words, a dance of light, A journey begins in the soft morning. Each chapter a door, each line a ...

Oak whispers to oak, ash to ash, guiding our path towards the lake. A slow wind rises. Father sings ... Eileen Casey has published three collections of poetry and a number of chapbooks.