Revisiting Joshua Tree National ParkTwentynine Palms, Californiaby Carolyn Martin Joshua fit the battle of JerichoAnd the walls come tumblin’ down . . . — An African-American spiritual The terrain hasn’t changed. The Cap still tilts.The Skull glares over a parking lot.The Jumbo Rocks? This careless pile nudgedfrom eons underground lazes in theContinue reading “Revisiting Joshua Tree National Park by Carolyn Martin”
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Manzanita Lake by Penelope Moffet
Manzanita Lakeby Penelope Moffet Shallow Sierra lake more sun-warmed than mostthough still fed by snow-melt. Maybe mild in summerbut not in late September, sun ready to go down,water mirroring trees and mountains. I edge in,feet sliding over stones and muck, skincringing into liquid cold enough to form another skin.He says to himself, “Am I doingContinue reading “Manzanita Lake by Penelope Moffet”
Yosemite: A Triptych by Mark A. Fisher
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”
Overnight at White Pocket by Cynthia Anderson
Overnight at White Pocket by Cynthia Anderson You sleep if you can, a blanket of cold stars pulled over your head— then rise before dawn to catch the first rays lighting those pale and painted rocks—swirled concretions of bygone dunes, shaped by wind and snow and rain, like the storm that blew in yesterday, castingContinue reading “Overnight at White Pocket by Cynthia Anderson”
Sequoia Sunrise by Mark A. Fisher
Sequoia Sunriseby Mark A. Fisher iciclestarlighthanging downthrough the silentred giantswhile the thumbnail moonspills silver lightthat pools in the meadowsand slowly seeps outinto the forest’til the barest hintsof red in the eastern skymakes the first bird begin todrowsily sing, rousing chickareehidden high up in the treesand answered by a woodpeckerbeating beating beating out the rhythmfor theContinue reading “Sequoia Sunrise by Mark A. Fisher”
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