Twin Sons of Different Mothers
No matter how you parse it, I live in a world of black and white a great deal of the time, during the winter season. When the sun doesn’t shine, …
No matter how you parse it, I live in a world of black and white a great deal of the time, during the winter season. When the sun doesn’t shine, …
Eighteen inches of new evidence, snow Come, walk with me said the river Walk into my world of monochrome black and white, slow the day is short and deep …
Eklutna Lake Back in the old days when there were no streetlamps we played outside after school under a bright moon. We were just kids then and we did not …
The Whale Decides Rocky took me out on the pack ice by way of the captain, who granted us permission Like being on the moon. spring ice, blue snow white …
You know people live there: but they’re not visible a bar sign blinks open soiled lacy curtains droop in a cafe’ window & melancholy burns up from the asphalt …
Deer Dancer by M.R. Chochita Today on my morning outing, I made a concentrated effort to walk slowly and pay attention to my footfalls, breathing in…heel to toe, breathing out…stepping …
It has taken four days to settle, to draw inward for a month-long stay at Ghost Ranch, New Mexico to compose stories…write this life….and it has taken four whole days, just …
I am going into sequestration to learn how to create words both gentle & coarse where …
the river doesn’t follow a straight line pulled by the moon, but roams like a coyote following root skin and scent. ice jams push sludge-brown waters (on a screaming path), …
The first call came from friends, standing at the murky water’s edge. Our cabin-house on the Copper was about to fall into the river. First: “the cabin is 20’ from …
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