Huckelberry Love Poem ~ Paul Willis

                                                                          (Vaccinium deliciosum)   Back in camp from Crater Mountain, I plunge into a dark, clear pool and climb out onto the shore. While my body dries in September sun, I take my pick of the huckleberries at my side— huckleberries blue and round, waiting under their fall red leaves. And then I eat […]

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Pantoum That Can’t Sleep ~ Beverly Burch

  You have to enter sleep like water without trying to swim. It’s a skill, slipping below the line, vanishing into the unseen. Without trying to swim leave desire, whatever is past, vanish into the unseen— ah, that’s what frightens you. Leaving desire, releasing the past, too much like dying. Just thinking it frightens you— […]

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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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