InCreaturesbyDeborah BarchiSpring Peepers!The song that owns the nightMar 25, 2021A response icon4Mar 25, 2021A response icon4
InScribebyDeborah BarchiThe Beauty of Slow-Motion PhotographyThe god-like ability to witness change moment to moment.Jan 16, 2024A response icon13Jan 16, 2024A response icon13
InTenderlybyDeborah BarchiThe Astonishing Bravery of Small CreaturesSmall bodies, brave heartsMay 27, 2020A response icon6May 27, 2020A response icon6
InThe HavenbyDeborah BarchiChipmunk EnvyWhen stuffing your face is a positive thingNov 29, 2021A response icon3Nov 29, 2021A response icon3
InScribebyDeborah BarchiAll Atangle Beside a Dusty RoadIn praise of what is overlookedAug 9, 2023A response icon4Aug 9, 2023A response icon4
InScribebyDeborah BarchiTalking to a GrasshopperDisinclined to answer me backAug 3, 2023A response icon4Aug 3, 2023A response icon4
InScribebyDeborah BarchiWhite Asters in AutumnRagged and wildSep 27, 2023A response icon5Sep 27, 2023A response icon5
InThe Daily CuppabyDeborah BarchiThe Soothing Sound of CricketsGradually disappearing. . .Jul 24, 2023A response icon6Jul 24, 2023A response icon6
InThe Daily CuppabyDeborah BarchiWhat’s Making That Racket?Oh, a bunch of birds!Aug 1, 2023A response icon2Aug 1, 2023A response icon2
InScribebyDeborah BarchiThe Last Bird SingingBringing a message of hopeApr 3, 2023A response icon34Apr 3, 2023A response icon34
InScribebyDeborah BarchiA Bird on a BranchHidden in plain sightMar 29, 2023A response icon34Mar 29, 2023A response icon34
InScribebyDeborah BarchiSpring Is a Liminal DreamFlitting through a poet’s mind. Writing prompt — On the road to SpringFeb 28, 2023A response icon5Feb 28, 2023A response icon5
InScribebyDeborah BarchiAutobiography of a LeafTender, green, and new I hang, needing only sun and rain.Feb 17, 2020A response icon2Feb 17, 2020A response icon2
InScribebyDeborah BarchiHard FrostThe first hard frost is not a pretty sight for anything left naked out of doors.Feb 19, 2020A response icon8Feb 19, 2020A response icon8
InScribebyDeborah BarchiThe Willows Are ReadyThe willows are ready though spring is weeks away. Their slender branches scrape the ground, seeking transformation.Feb 22, 2020A response icon3Feb 22, 2020A response icon3
InScribebyDeborah BarchiThe Same Path“No man ever steps into the same river twice, for it is not the same river, and he is not the same man.” Heraclitus, 6th century BCEFeb 28, 2020A response icon2Feb 28, 2020A response icon2
InScribebyDeborah BarchiOn Waking to Hear an OwlWhat wakes me in the middle of my dreams as the still hours of darkness seem to swellMar 5, 2020A response icon8Mar 5, 2020A response icon8
InScribebyDeborah BarchiI Stood at the Top of a MountainDazzled by the viewDec 9, 2021A response icon5Dec 9, 2021A response icon5
InScribebyDeborah BarchiPut a Flower in the WindowWatch it reach for the lightFeb 8, 2022A response icon4Feb 8, 2022A response icon4
InScribebyDeborah BarchiIf We Could View Our LivesAs a soaring bird doesJun 15, 2022A response icon3Jun 15, 2022A response icon3
