The Poetry of Art on the Trails 2017

We are pleased to share with you all of the poetry submissions for the 2017 Art on the Trails program.  A PDF version of the Art on the Trails chapbook can be viewed here. This file cannot be printed. If you would like a copy of the chapbook, please support this program and purchase it from The Tishman Review for $15 plus shipping. 

Below are poems that were not included in the book.

Thank you to all of the poets who submitted their beautiful poems. 

All Things SparkleyÉvoluer
By Chelsea Bradway

Shattered… little bits sprinkled on the ground
Slivers cutting, ripping, yearning

Dreaming…. waiting to be awoken
Soft whispers, guiding, comforting, loving

Drinking….. filling the emptiness
Tears smile, kissing, escaping, releasing

Evolving….reaching towards the sun
Sparkley light, dancing, gliding, embracing

Wandering…..finding home
Sweet surrender of solace, grinning, hugging, revering

By Louis Morrison

As I look
at these odd
hanging creatures,
I begin to wonder
if one still dwells here

If it does,
what’s its name?
Maybe we
would look the same..

But for it to live
so long in this,
an icy pond,
my guess would be
of it he’s very
very fond .

Vertibral CairnVertebral
By Carla Schwartz

You want to be straight
but can’t balance
on a line
so you curve,
and align
with the trees
who swerve
in their own
the light.

Hug14Under Weight
By Carla Schwartz

Stories, storage,
sleep, a packed
up life compressed,
piles and piles and
piles of it, sinking
under its own weight.
When you go, what
remains? Only stone,
concrete, and piles and
piles of books, folios,
your life’s remnants
collapsing under
their own weight.

Intention PortContinuum
By Chelsea Bradway


You pull me in
Guiding me beyond
Pushing me through to the other side


You embrace my every whim
Holding me stead fast
No longer a prisoner


A sweet calm surrounds me

Intentional Portal
By Carla Schwartz

Deep in the woods,
through an opening,
light —
a portal,
almost heart-shaped —
a channel,
a nest
that invites
with light,
intentionally invites
you to look,
invites you
into its cradle.

SpheresWagon Wheels
By Keira Akus

The rusty old thing
didn’t seem like
when someone
made it to use
As it gets admired,
it still has
its talent
That is worth
a piece of gold.

Tree HarpTree Harp
By Campbell Morrison

I see in front of me
a bronze stump
of a tree surrounded
by rocks and up
above me
is a circle of hawks..

While the wind blows
in one direction.
The harp shines
to its perfection.

Tree WrapThe Dance in the Woods
By Carla Schwartz

Weave yarn
around a tree,
connect two
who thought they could live separately.
\/___________________________ \/
All dressed up,
the couples entwine.
O, the lines that bind them —
you can see them.
\/____________________ \/

By Carla Schwartz

The walnut tree slices
dangle like an earring
or pendant
from the broken arm
of the big old oak.

splatters spring
from each center
and shimmer
even in rain.

Who knows
what one tree
has to say
to another?

Who knows
the language
of trees?

Here, the viburnum
in bloom,
the dainty flowers,
like the centers
of these walnut rings,
from their hearts.

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