Fay L. Loomis
silver-grey clouds punctuate blue sky lake verdant moss breaches dun leaf scatterings gratitude noted in morning journal sip bourbon on porch last time this year? this life? afternoon fire chicken roasting Middle Eastern spices perfuse senses a reminder to breathe in all that is
Fay L. Loomis was a nemophilist (haunter of the woods) until her hikes in upstate New York were abruptly ended by a stroke three years ago. With an additional nudge from the pandemic, she now lives a particularly quiet life. A member of the Stone Ridge Library Writers, her poems and prose recently appeared or are forthcoming in The Closed Eye Open, Love Me, Love My Belly, Rat’s Ass Review, Ruminate Magazine, HerStry, and Sanctuary Magazine.