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You can imagine my delight when Plumtree tavern literary magazine sent me an email to tell me that they included my poem as one of the selected favorites from the past year. And lo and behold, mine was listed first! I wrote this poem during a walk on one of the coldest, driest days of …
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At the edge of the gumdrop forest waits a door to swallow her whole deep, deeper down the rabbit hole she hopes to lose her mind or find her soul or a better way back than before. Perhaps chance upon a homeless camp tarp and dust pan, flash backs to that woman & those men …
Oh my gosh you guys, I don’t usually talk like a valley girl, but when I do it’s because I am immensely impressed. The latest edition to come out of University of Alaska Southeast, Tidal Echoes 2020 is the most stunning literary magazine I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Leafing through the gorgeous prose …
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One out of seven jobless, Venezuela size statistics, but the Tongass is alive, listen— the wilderness so thick, I could lean into this. No helicopters to spoil, and there’s a part of me that likes to do hard things— like fool myself into jumping off this cliff sixty feet into the drink, …
A devil's club graveyard all that remains, bones of a mighty clubbed fortress reduced to small brown skeletons, silent, still scaffolds of what once was. This is how you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits roam the earth, right before the first snow: the rainforest so dry and quiet bones and shapes, negative space, …
Because she is of the wilderness, why shouldn’t the rhythm of a thousand hustling feet induce her to run through TSA? Because when riding an escalator, why shouldn’t she wait for the prettiest step, although it may mean losing Mommy who has alteady gone ahead and landing spread eagle upside down between five metal moving …
Nature in tandem, aiding and abetting,Waves smooth as the bodies that chase them,Perfect symmetry drawn in ocean combers,And all there is is this moment.Diet of fish and fruit rendered my body spacious,Boneless like a jellyfish,Flesh swimming in skin sun-kissed,Mermaid hair blonde, waving,One with the water, anticipating,Interpreting the swell,Hop up on the board and let nature …
Wind’s hands reachwith fingers of amber leaves,grasping for the deer thatdisappears into the night When does a deer become a pet? When you start to feed him apples? When he comes around regularly enough to earn a name? It's deer-hunting season, so I'm surprised he still comes back. "He looks tasty." My husband licks his lips. …
He crept in quietly, like a chameleon. His lingering kisses took me on a voyage, told a story, with crescendos and denouements. Usually he chased the sun in one of his rebuilt engines or on one of his many motorcycles, but he hit the brakes when with me. Smooth, I thought he was water. But …
Time In the woods Does not go by appointments Or schedules or to-do’s-- Time goes by the Lengthening of shadows, The quickening of the breeze, The warming of the sun, The melting of the ice. Bellies rumbling, Freckles encroaching. Time is not sand through an hourglass-- It is sand eroded off the riverbank, The falling …
