Weavers Words

Stupid Joy

The dogs come to the sea in gallant strides
Outgaining their owners in a loping dance
The seabirds scatter, and make upon the glinting sand
The arched, staccato sketch of the ocean’s million eyes

When we play, as dogs do
With their easy loping and their loving, idiot eyes
When we play, under the moon, with the fires on the sand
Let it be this stupidly, for joy, until the sun comes

— Dan Reynolds


Three goldfinch in flight

chasing one another

a flash of yellow

— William Hengst


Hope, a promising four letters.

Then again, it’s only a word and what else?

Once more you realize that hope makes you succeed.

It is the making of a wish that you don’t say aloud.

Hope, when the clouds break in the furious storm

Just to form a gap.

But that gap alone, and nothing else,

Is the hope that comes pouring in from the darkness.

— Ivy Clair, age 11

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  1. Poems must be written by you and can contain no more than eight lines.
  2. The Shuttle editor has the final say as to whether a poem is suitable for publication.
  3. The number of poems in an issue is determined by the amount of space available.
  4. Members and nonmembers are welcome to submit.
  5. Email your submissions to editor@weaversway.coop and put “Poetry submission for Shuttle” in the subject line.
  6. Preference for publishing will be given to those whose work has yet to appear in the paper.

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