Andrea Corwin
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🐘Wildlife 🌳 Environment 🥋3rd° See nature through my eyes
Poetry, fiction, horror, life experiences, and author photos. Written without A.I. © Andrea O. Corwin
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Slipped Away
She slipped away while I was en route, flying cross-country, my head bowed in sorrow, quietly sobbing An easy touchdown belied my troubled heart . Anxiety gripped me. I tried to shoulder my way to the plane’s exit door , but a woman in front of me checked my rush, ending hopes of a quick exit from the plane, but
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
Please Don't Leave The Light On. Top Story - August 2025.
Straight, strong, and mud-like coffee keeps us going as we navigate the blinding white, hard-packed gravel road, heading north. We have crossed the sixtieth parallel and use peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches thickly spread on rye bread, along with long strands of red licorice, to stave off hunger without stopping for breaks. For amusement, I stick one end of a string in my mouth, and he takes the other end. We chew it until our cheeks touch. No worries about refrigerating a sandwich with mayonnaise in it, in these cold, below-zero temperatures. The quart-sized stainless thermos of java is shared between us; I drink from the lid, and he slurps out of his oversize Alaska Railroad mug. I've never drunk so much coffee in my life, but we want to get to Anchorage and are driving nonstop from the Lower 48. It's a good thing we both have young bladders and can hold off for five to six hours before taking a potty break.
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Fiction
August, Lions and Leos
The day of the lion, World Lion Day annually arrives on the tenth day of August, its purpose to raise awareness of the plight of the golden big cat of Africa, and threats to their existence: disappearing habitat, trophy hunters, and poachers.
By Andrea Corwin 5 months ago in Poets
data
d a t a social media posts are D A T A where will my posts be when I’m dead? will they be printed and stored in a pretty box by a loved one, or, oh wow, floating in a data cloud named for me? maybe it will be smooshed with all other data and only sorted out upon request. most likely it will simply float in enormous scalable data clouds from the platform on which posted, a jumbled mess of code to be unscrambled in order to be turned back into words…or not. CODE. is it possible future persons will unscramble it; more likely, destroy it, like an unused ancient graveyard where the old graves are dug up after a century and reused, you know, because land is so precious; so precious everywhere but in the United States, where there is an abundance of land. now.
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Poets
