• Life Seasons

    Life Seasons, a new collection of poems by Gail Lipe to be released on May 9. This book takes you on a journey through the seasons of life, from summer’s nurturing, to fall’s loss, to the darkness of winter and finally the hope of spring. At once beautiful, somber, piercing and joyful, Life Seasons’ accessible […]

  • Letting Go

    The following poem was written in response to a beautiful stain glass mosaic by artist Kristin Dieng.Letting Go ©Gail LipeStanding on a hillalone, but not alone,supported, strengthenedby the trees around me.So small, insignificantin this spaceI witness the beautyas trees gift their leavesto the changing seasons,letting go of yesterday.Memories, good and bad,betrayal and burdens,beg to let […]

  • The Hunt

    The following story was published on Jan. 17, 2024 on The Raven’s Perch, an online literary magazine. theravensperch.com The Hunt Today is the day I go hunting for a moose. One year ago today, I watched the spirit of my grandmother pull itself free from her mangled earthly body. She always called that body a […]

  • A Moment Stopped

    Water droplet imprints on my glasses The sky swollen with dark gray clouds I smile Inside my heart dances as mist washes away the drabness and consistency of life The slats sigh resistance as I step onto the boardwalk Ripples on the lake slap each other as they run away from raindrops Drought exposed thick, […]

  • Being outside

    Being outside

    I was at a reading last night in which the author posed a question asking if the land speaks to you. It is amazing how much outside speaks to me! The following poem speaks of a time where the wilderness felt like home. Home Silence, my purposeful steps on the trail the only sound, meadow […]

  • Beside Her

    Beside Her

    I read the following poem at a reading recently. It was written as I sat with my mother in the last year of her life. We sit in silence holding hands, one ancient, one old. She asks about me. I talk about work. “I love pickled liver.” “What made you think of pickled liver?” “I […]