And We Are Saying Thanks

by Megan Isadore, January 1, 2026 Every New Year’s Day for 27 years, I’ve made a pilgrimage to Lagunitas Creek to commune with the redwoods, firs, maples, toyon and huckleberry, look for newts mating in the side puddles, seek the bright flash of Townsends...
On Writing

On Writing

This past summer, I spent my second time in Tulum, Tankah Bay. Staring into the sea, body absorbing sun, inhaling salt air, my feet buried and unburied in sand. I now look for these elements in poems. Where is the earth? Air? Fire? Where is the poem’s water? Together...