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The days are short in mid December. You have to chase light, what little of it is left to catch. But without sun there is drama, a pull to water […]
The days are short in mid December. You have to chase light, what little of it is left to catch. But without sun there is drama, a pull to water […]
Winter Moth A deranged sky, late November Raindrops glisten the limbs of trees Snow, the impossible dream Archives of winter under my skin. Let’s stay in tonight Lay back the
Annie Leibovitz These pastels, handmade by the late painter, Georgia O’Keefe, were colored with ingredients found in the local landscape at Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico. Every day on
You know how I like barbed wire, how it twists Around old wood How fenceposts lean; how I like to find a good place To sit down on
Watery memories of summer, sun streaked and showy the texture of perfect loveliness the sea’s desire a kind of praise a creature of summer, herself, rounded and
house on Front Street, North Side Roads we could rent a sailboat, coast smooth stone beaches gorge on walleye cakes, whitefish in the soft shell. we could stop at a
I it’s hard to think now, how men with their shovelfuls and boatloads and sideroads mixed the best color, the good rock, the pay streak, the bedrock. Get a good
Cabin near Gunsight Mountain The author-illustrator, Tomi Ungerer said, name your destiny’s destination. We didn’t have a specific Point B on our ride across the tundra on the backs of
McClennan RED FLAGGED She hugs her baby, pats his bottom sets him on the floor, in the center, where spectators form a ring and watch. The “experts”: social worker,
M. Devine (Be) Venerated Breathe like a baby and soften Bend in the wind and feather the ground Become pliable as a young tree
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