Linda J KohlerinScribeJingle for a DreamA riff off “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” (W.B. Yeats)Aug 154Aug 154
Linda J KohlerAn AwakeningThe rising day and I brew our respective potions in the dimness. The air is brimming coldish, even here indoors. My fingers visibly crave…Jul 292Jul 292
Linda J Kohler‘Wasted Time’Nostalgia and shipwreck in the wake of my newly-published poemJan 311Jan 311
Linda J KohlerinThe Wind PhoneAt Your Long-Awaited MemorialA poem and essay for my brother Paul JamesNov 23, 20232Nov 23, 20232