Andrea Corwin

Joined March 2021

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🐘Wildlife 🧘‍♀️ 🖋️🈷️ 3rd°🥋 See nature through my eyes and photos.

Poetry, haiku, fiction, horror, life experiences. Written without A.I. © Andrea O. Corwin

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Myron's Badger Saves The Day
“Badger! Let’s get those ice clumps out of your paws.” The big Husky laid down on the wooden deck; I put one paw in my lap and wrapped it in a steaming cloth to loosen the ice. Badger’s tail thumped. The paw cleaning took thirty minutes, and after, the snowy wilderness and serenity sedated us to snooze by the fireplace.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Coyote
This poem is about a recent walk when a coyote trotted out before me, which I took as a blessing. I do not look at the coyote as a trickster; they are intelligent and are losing wilderness daily.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Destination: Anchorage
February, Alcan drive, the Alaska-Canadian Highway, destination: Anchorage. At Blaine, Washington border, Canadian officials inquire how much cash I have.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Arctic Supply Run
“Two hundred fifty inches of snow,” we heard over the short-wave radio. “How many feet is that?” “Twenty-one almost.” “You ready for our run to Tok?”
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Yellow Bomba
"Hey, Babe, I'm headed out to the hairstylist. Have you seen my other yellow sock? You know, my favorite one? I can't find the match." She held up one sock and waved it at her husband, Jim.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Horror
Tanzania Tour in Abecedarian
Acacia tree hosts the Augur Buzzard, and raucous baboon families sit on the edge of forests grooming. Cheetahs chase gazelles and sometimes grab a
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Curtail the Cats
An understanding, some cooperation would be nice to hear from those cat owners who open the door for their errant, exhuberant
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
The Craft of Writing
Are writers becoming cagey and delving more into all the evolving futuristic techniques to grow their community,
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Child of the Wind, Part Two
I am a child of the Wind. The storm stoked that night, Battering the house, blasting Blowing Suddenly, the quiet before the storm
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Simba, abecedarian sequence
All the while it was becoming more obvious my cat was seeking attention, dividing my brain into pieces of puzzles. Eagerly seeking to please, this sassy
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Child of the Wind, Part One
I am a child of the Wind, south of the Windy City, south of Chi-town, Chicago, in the 'burbs. ** The wind was always blowing.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Winter Rain
The rain came overnight, and temps dropped from Fahrenheit high forties to low thirties. Raindrops pattered on the hood
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets