Eduardo Montes-Bradley 1 March 2025 Rider at the OvalA stranger rode into the hall of power,a weary traveler from a battered land.He came not to beg, but to stand,bearing the weight of his people’s sorrow.Yet cruelty met him at the door,words like stones, cold and sharp,not from foes upon the battlefield,but from hands once stretched

late winter day that feels like Springno one but this brown creeperand a chorus of frogswith the seer on a Basalt block The brown creeper (Certhia americana), also known as the American treecreeper, is a small songbird, the only North American member of the treecreeper family Certhiidae.Adults are brown on the upper parts with light

This weekend writing haiku with a group at Upayacurrent situations (prompt)dished disinformationas distractionjust pivot into it until there is no distancedisinformation dishearteningcovering this garden with spring mulchthumb pushes hope into seedsnewly pulled out decayed rootsstill smiling, minus molarshaving lost some weightDeath Poem (prompt)carrying many voicesalong this path inside me, someI expect to seeSomething dear to

with a renewed air of confidence, we face another morning at 25° on the trail, and as usual the new day does not disappoint. there is an acknowledgement that although the sun’s angle remains oblique, and it’s shadows cast elongated, on these days with no clouds, blue sky coldness, the sun now remains longer, glaringly

Day FourMissing the murder of crowsWho partnered in the Maples this Spring,The shadows of their flight Eclipsing the morning sunFlying out from their bent Ash branchWith loud cawing announcementsOwning a sturdy Maple limbFrom whence to watch…Who me?Readying in silence for snow now, wishing warmthFor the murder of crows