May 23, 2026
May 10, 2026
On the River
On the River
From the bank of the river
he sets out for an afternoon
of fishing with his wife
and young daughters.
Whatever they catch
will be that night’s dinner
with cornbread, potatoes,
and corn-on-the-cob.
When shadows start to swallow
the trees along the river
he guides the flat-bottom boat
back to the riverbank.
They wearily walk in silence
up the bank to the house
to begin preparing their meal
of fried chicken.
From the bank of the river
he sets out for an afternoon
of fishing with his wife
and young daughters.
Whatever they catch
will be that night’s dinner
with cornbread, potatoes,
and corn-on-the-cob.
When shadows start to swallow
the trees along the river
he guides the flat-bottom boat
back to the riverbank.
They wearily walk in silence
up the bank to the house
to begin preparing their meal
of fried chicken.
— Dan Hardison
"On the River" was created as a handmade accordion artist book containing the poem above. Constructed with original art, photographs, handmade paper, and sealed with archival wax medium. (one-of-a-kind, 8.5” x 8.5” closed, 8.5” x 38.75” opened flat, includes paper portfolio)
View the complete artist book as a PDF
"On the River" was created as a handmade accordion artist book containing the poem above. Constructed with original art, photographs, handmade paper, and sealed with archival wax medium. (one-of-a-kind, 8.5” x 8.5” closed, 8.5” x 38.75” opened flat, includes paper portfolio)
View the complete artist book as a PDF
April 25, 2026
April 11, 2026
March 28, 2026
The Search
The Search
I will search until someday
I find you again.
And even as I grow old
I know you will be there.
So, I will search until I find
the dream I left behind.
Lost when I was young
and carefree.
I will search until someday
I find you again.
And even as I grow old
I know you will be there.
So, I will search until I find
the dream I left behind.
Lost when I was young
and carefree.
March 1, 2026
Winter’s Tease
Winter’s Tease
The last days of winter
filled with ice and snow
have brought a longing
for springtime.
But today feels like spring
with its warm air and sunshine,
and a sense of renewal
that has long been absent.
Today has brought what
we have been longing for,
but tomorrow will be
just another winter day.
The cold and gloom
will feel even worse
after winter’s tease
of what will be.
The last days of winter
filled with ice and snow
have brought a longing
for springtime.
But today feels like spring
with its warm air and sunshine,
and a sense of renewal
that has long been absent.
Today has brought what
we have been longing for,
but tomorrow will be
just another winter day.
The cold and gloom
will feel even worse
after winter’s tease
of what will be.
February 7, 2026
Within, Around, and Through
Within, Around, and Through
The wind came racing
through the trees today
but there is no summer left
only bare limbs remain.
Swirling, searching
through the emptiness –
nothing left to take away
only loneliness to be found.
And the wind will dream
for the time to come again
of waving boughs of green
that brush the sky of blue.
The wind came racing
through the trees today
but there is no summer left
only bare limbs remain.
Swirling, searching
through the emptiness –
nothing left to take away
only loneliness to be found.
And the wind will dream
for the time to come again
of waving boughs of green
that brush the sky of blue.
January 17, 2026
Cup of Sunshine
Cup of Sunshine
Beyond the kitchen window
an icy wind swirls snow
in a wintry landscape.
The kettle whistles
signally it is time
for a cup of tea.
A spicy aroma rises
from the fragrant pond
steaming in my cup.
Sipping now this potion
thoughtfully brewed
and greatly appreciated.
Beyond the kitchen window
an icy wind swirls snow
in a wintry landscape.
The kettle whistles
signally it is time
for a cup of tea.
A spicy aroma rises
from the fragrant pond
steaming in my cup.
Sipping now this potion
thoughtfully brewed
and greatly appreciated.
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