Our 2024 fundraising campaign is underway!

Author: Bernard Fraley

  • Come In, Come In

    Come In, Come In

    I am your address, stranger; How else could you come here? I am eating the most perfect stalk of celery. In this way I have become my grandfather, but I do not know which one.

    Read More

  • Peonies in the Rain

    Peonies in the Rain

    This poem, Peonies in the Rain, is described by author Bernard Fraley, as "a memory from my mother's garden."

    Read More

  • My Best Friends Bark

    My Best Friends Bark

    I know I don’t look normal, so why would you expect me not to talk to trees? Trees were and always have been among my first and best friends. It was even a tree that first taught me to stand up on my two hind legs.

    Read More

  • Community

    Community

    Turn to every sound – falling rocks, washing shores, voices of the world beckoning. And if the sun should blind you,

    Read More

  • Falling into Winter’s Passing

    Falling into Winter’s Passing

    A poem for the changing season.

    Read More

  • Finding the way

    Finding the way

    One day Zoe was sitting in the living room floor next to a large empty box that once contained a microwave oven. She reached up, grasped the top of this box, and pulled herself erect into a standing position. Then, without fanfare or announcement, this baby started pushing the box across the floor while squealing…

    Read More

  • Brother Rat

    Brother Rat

    By now, most of my friends know that I have been liv­ing for over a year with a mouse which I call Freeda. She eludes cap­ture, has found a cozy home up inside a sofa chair, and every night I put out a saucer of water and anoth­er with nuts, piz­za pieces, crusts of English…

    Read More

  • The Kind of Hush that is More than Silence

    The Kind of Hush that is More than Silence

    We floated our beds like rafts down the wide Mississippi, fought riverboat pirates, struggled in curtains of labyrinth jungles, skirted our feet around volcanic coals of the in-floor furnace. We carried on like phantoms in secret societies of shadow, on towards the Alamo – wearing our capes, waiting for flight.

    Read More

  • Fire and Ice

    Fire and Ice

    It’s funny when you do not understand the advice you are given. I guess funny is not the right word.

    Read More

  • Learning the way

    Learning the way

    When I was very young, I had an old­er cousin, Dale Medford, who would loan me books to read. That is where I dis­cov­ered the first three main­stays of my devel­op­ing years. “The Three Musketeers” showed me how peo­ple, although very dif­fer­ent, could be friends, could enjoy each oth­er’s com­pa­ny while allow­ing each oth­er to lead…

    Read More

Browse topics