At first I wanted nothing to do with her. Oh, I could see she was appealing, no question about it. From her green eyes to her gray-striped fur to her neat little feet, she […]

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Bearly There

Was she a bear—or something more? She was dreaming in the cave, with the cubs snuggled against her broad chest. They dreamed together while outside the wind swept snow pellets through the trees and the […]

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    (A Triple Sonnet) by Benjamin Neideigh Saint Philibert’s feast day passed weeks ago, But we shall munch his namesake nuts today, And apples, too—deep shiny red, aglow— And kiss each other’s chins to […]