Precipice ~ Ann Elizabeth Huston

  I curl up with the mountain lion— his body spans my length and more. Winter stars bridge the canyon above us and the cliff is still red with its shadowy clefts and ledges, still green-dotted by trees. A rock breaks from the cliffface and there is a small rumble, but my lion doesn’t hear […]

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Letter to the Horizon ~ Stan Rubin

  From your distance it must seem as if the run-off is gone, the big storm leveled now like a calm ocean, so that only ripples remain of the pain, the debris, call it that. Distance is what makes you think the dolphins are back, the whale passage will resume in the strait, and everything […]

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Even If It Wasn’t Real ~ Scott Withiam

  Fuel, then, that car filled to the rear window with newspapers and monthly magazines, all mixed with white envelopes, all loosely cascading over the front seat, pooling on the floor around the feet of the woman driving it, the woman called the woman with the car full of newspapers, always arriving out of nowhere, […]

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Imprints ~ Mark Schoenknecht

  The incision across her abdomen Almost fully disappeared. She circles a finger in the air, Imitating the umbilical cord’s coil Around the neck, The way the room spun with the news. What do we say To such incomprehensible suffering? That’s life, perhaps, and perhaps by that We mean life on a planet, turning, And […]

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Port Angeles, Washington ~ Travis Truax

  We have reached this place. A continent’s end-stop made whole. Fir, cedar, the old Chinook wood. Glacial water meets the ocean all morning. Sand in our shoes, soggy with a distant mountain’s gift. A ship tells us there are farther places but we can’t believe it. Beaten ridges break across the sky above the […]

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Witness ~ Aimee R. Cervenka

  Sitting that night by the fire, all she could think was how the logs had segmented to look like a spine. You were saying something about your life, but the bones in the fire glowed slow flashes of red, she heard only their sighing breath. Voice falling in the empty air, you saw her […]

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Why I Love Chocolate ~ Claudia Serea

  Because it starts with a small white flower in the Theobroma cacao tree whose name means “food for the gods.” Because chocolate is old and well-traveled, and cocoa beans were used as currency by the Aztecs. Because it comes from the plume serpent, Quetzalcoatl, a god cast away for sharing chocolate with humans, and […]

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Following the Light ~ Julie L. Moore

after On Grand River, oil on canvas, 42” x 50 ½”, by Frank Weston Benson, c. 1920 High noon, the water bright as the idea the man had thirty minutes ago when he set sail in his canoe, alone, long wooden pole in hand, flinging his orange vest onto the seat, seeking nothing but a […]

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