the lamp is my new favorite it’s brass and the whole thing gets hot when it’s been on awhile and the lights bend and move and it’s perfect next to the pull out bed by the fireplace
and it reminds me of the ones in my grandparents’ house in hendersonville where squirrels come to the porch for walnuts where sometimes, reading in the green chair, you can see a black bear roaming where my sister and I used to sprint without abandon down the golf course hill in our swim suits while the sprinklers ran
back when catching fireflies in jars and looking for frogs with flashlights after dark was enough I found one that still had a tail, once not a tadpole, but not fully a frog
Nicole Bethune Winters is a poet, writer and multi-faceted artist. Her first collection, brackish, was published by Finishing Line Press, and her work has appeared in Backlash Journal, Wild Roof Journal, and Seaborne Magazine. When she isn’t writing or wheel-throwing, Nicole is likely at the beach, on a trail, climbing, or exploring new landscapes with her dog. She currently resides in Southern California, where she works as a full-time artist from her home studio.