Yosemite: A Triptychby Mark A. Fisher once I went to Yosemite to see rocks and once to see the trees where wildflowers could feel the vast time immense and ancient fill all the meadows with moraines filling the valley hollowed out and left by glaciers lichen covered grown green fading away Mother nature drawing thousandsContinue reading “Yosemite: A Triptych by Mark A. Fisher”
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The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts
The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts Just beyond the six-panel dock daybreak resonates with electricity. Hydropower enlivens the rising light. There’s a fine mist on Lake Wissota and the dam answers with firefly-like glow. I awoke for this moment when the heavens attend to washes of color balance in blends of orange / apricot amberContinue reading “The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts”
Antelope Canyon, Arizona by Jeanie Greenfelder
Antelope Canyon, Arizonaby Jeanie Greenfelder Our Navajo guide Mike shows no mercyfor the fourteen greenhorns in his Jeep.On this bucking bronco, we bounceacross the red desert to Antelope Canyon, a slot canyon with tall, narrow passagewayscarved by rain eroding sandstone.Mike points to graffiti and bullet holesfrom before the Tribe took charge. He sticks to hisContinue reading “Antelope Canyon, Arizona by Jeanie Greenfelder”
The Fading Season by Ken Hartke
The Fading Season by Ken Hartke The fading season — when all the trees have darkened but before the early snow — I build a fire in the grate and find that unfinished book. The new morning chill draws me to the coffee pot. The fire still has warmth. Today’s sky is bright and clear,Continue reading “The Fading Season by Ken Hartke”
Early Morning at Worden Truck Stop, Klamath Falls by Jonathan Yungkans
Early Morning at Worden Truck Stop, Klamath Falls a sequence of American sentencesby Jonathan Yungkans November snow. Semi-trailer trucks dormant. No car braves the silence. Wind sands basalt from a volcanic peak to hover and stretch as clouds. Sky stained twilight blue with cloud dust. Sun dim though shining, earthbound withContinue reading “Early Morning at Worden Truck Stop, Klamath Falls by Jonathan Yungkans”
One Vote by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
One Voteby Aimee Nezhukumatathil After reading a letter from his mother, Harry T. Burn cast the deciding vote to ratify the 19th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution My parents are from countrieswhere mangoes grow wild and boldand eagles cry the sky in arcs and dips.America loved this bird too and made it clutch olives andContinue reading “One Vote by Aimee Nezhukumatathil”
Considering the Void by Jimmy Carter
Considering the Void by Jimmy Carter When I behold the charm of evening skies, their lulling endurance; the patterns of stars with names of bears and dogs, a swan, a virgin; other planets that the Voyager showed were like and so unlike our own, with all their diverse moons, bright discs, weird rings, and crateredContinue reading “Considering the Void by Jimmy Carter”
Indian Summer by Diane Glancy
Indian Summerby Diane Glancy There’s a farm auction up the road.Wind has its bid in for the leaves.Already bugs flurry the headlightsbetween cornfields at night.If this world were permanent,I could dance full as the squaw dresson the clothesline.I would not see winterin the square of white yard-light on the wall.But something tugs at me.The worldContinue reading “Indian Summer by Diane Glancy”
Jim’s All-Night Diner by James Tate
Jim’s All-Night Dinerby James Tate Solemnity around the samovarwarms the old interlopers: grief is momentarily rinsedaway. They wait as if fora certain invitation. The voices outside area panoply of scorn. These yellow thumbs haul upthe hot liquid, but whenthe cup’s drunk it is more like an orphanage.The dead letter department,the salvation army, the animal rescueContinue reading “Jim’s All-Night Diner by James Tate”
Psalm Above Santa Fe by John Judson
Psalm Above Santa Fe 16 March 1987 by John Judson What is it we come to between mountains, long crests tipped white, dusted on their flanks, while light spreads out before us, pouring in our laps, soft as iris tongues, and the lungs finally filled with a freshness unwilled because unlooked for: sparse grass, rocksContinue reading “Psalm Above Santa Fe by John Judson”
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