Beth Cash

Beth Cash is a mental health counselor living in a rural New York State. Her poems have been published in literary journals Blueline, Many Waters, Mudfish, Abandoned Mine, Tiny Seed Journal, Pure Slush, Zig Zag Literary Journal, Verse Virtual and Avocet. She enjoys observing people and the natural world. She has taken photographs and painted for many years.

“The World Hasn’t Told Him He Can’t,” “Lord and Lady of he Manor,” and “No One Has Made Me Feel So Pretty”

Naked, just out of the bathtub,
Little Owen jumps on his new trampoline.
He flaps his arms furiously,
faster and faster.

Spring Bloom in Saguaro National Park

I was enthralled with a visit to Saguaro National Park in the spring. I had never seen the desert before and the flowers were breath-taking. I felt very lucky to bear witness.

“Snapping Turtle,” “Terrestrial Stage of the Red-Spotted Newt,” and “Our Anniversary Before Surgery”

I float in the pond
on my blue mat,
splash away deer flies,
close my eyes in the baking sun.
The mat deflates, I am
half in the water, legs and head
cradled on the remaining air.
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