Marsha Olitsky is a poet living in Philadelphia. Bourgeon is delighted and honored to provide a home for her first publication. She writes: Growing up...

Chase the Squirrel, the Acorn The last time I held my father's hand,I was seven years old. Standing over the grave of a grandfatherwho was now...

Yellow Whistles, 2021 Buttercups sway in the wind on wispy stems, tiny fairies in grass forests, chirping silently of meadows and woods seeking to escape...

Our Pandemic Blues my friend Jack tells me aboutthis new syndrome called surge depletion. it’s likeour human batteries are running low after working so hard to...

Sky Song Listen Up: Making Music from the Northern Lights – The Guardian, 12/22/2020 At the top of the North, Aurora hangs curtains of shimmering light across...

Rhinoceros In these modern times, I confess to forgetting, on occasion,that rhinoceroses aren’t dinosaurs. Nor extinct—at least, not yet.That they live in this world, somewhere,...

Serena is a passionate poet and writer who lives in the Midwest. Some of her favorite hobbies include reading books and spending time in...

FACE My face distorts and dances in the rippling water. And a goldfish floats through my nose. SCRAWNY KID Scrawny kid. Lean against your crumbling shack, And try to paint with...

The Birds Busiest Before DawnNorth Carolina, January 7, 2021 America, can you still hear us? Caged, mournful,what songs echo empty streets after all ballotshave been...

Settled in the Gray Dust weighs down the roomgiving an unfocused appearance, yetsomehow adding emphasisto the few items that remain:the soft table in front of...