Cold Blue Steel
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 …
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 …
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 …
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, …
riding the circumference of Lake Superior around the lake that breathes like an ocean a curve of sun tracks our faces: we plow into winds, watch a cloudburst bloom and …
The snow kept falling and ice seized as winter pressed dark and hard Exhaustion mounted layered high as the banks of a deep river draining your strength, dry. Though no …
Time and time again, I’ve had a recurring dream. I am riding my bike toward a large, Victorian house on a pleasant, tree-lined street. I stop in front of the …
Color is a sort of medicine; when the sky is blue, we stay…but when the sky is exhausted, turns ashy & dull gray we turn away. some would …
Not the Ginsberg “howl” not the hootin’ and hollerin’ howl, but an eager craving rippin’ through spent leaves, howl awake and wild, soft nerves on fire. An …
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches by Mary Oliver Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives— tried to imagine …
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