by Susan Gates | Jan 31, 2023
That Saturday in late January it was still open season. Per day that meant 6 ducks, no more than: 2 mallards (only one can be a hen)3 woodducks2 canvasback1 pintail2 redheads1 scaup1 fulvous tree duck1 mottled duck4 sea ducks (no more than 3 scooters)3 longtailed...
by Susan Gates | Nov 1, 2022
Flat like foccacia–but restlessexposed and pressed up to skylike souls. It tosses backclouds and starsand gazes up at God. ** I wrote this poem while lying on a dock along the Chester river, a tributary of the Chesapeake Bay. The river is beyond lovely —...
