Confluence Text and Photos by David Krohne The Blackfoot River pushes gently against my legs, impatient for the sea. There are only two colors in the world—gold and blue. Cerulean describes the sky but I’ve found no word worthy of the gold of aspen, cottonwood, and...
The Time Given Us by Gwen Carlson What if there is no leaf-littered paththrough the woodlands to travel.What if the birds are silent,the skies are smogged, and theroad from home that goes ever on and onis an interstate, slick and roaring. Should westill take...
Wheeze by Gwen Carlson The loveliest chicken of my flockhas started to wheeze.I study the reason. I sink intowebsites and tutorial videos, peer light downinto the unexpected openness of a chicken’sthroat. I medicate water to kill worms,hug amber wings against my...
Murmurations of 2020 by G. Carlson The sky was filled with black crows the first timewe went walking together, your snug infant warmthwrapped against my chest. I hoped you would open your eyes and look up, take inwith blurry new senses the cawing cloud of dark...
We Who Come We who come from the earthMust speak of the earthSoftly, gently, a quiet fiercenessFar away in the mindA homeland yet livesSilent before usAnd beautifulInto our eyes and earsThe earth does happenSpeaks through our tonguesTo wind and skyThe great trees and...
4/9 (2020) Maundy Thursday Wind—ruach—troubles the mirrorof flowing water God you are evernear in the grey tempest & Christ the young championsoon to ascendHis Tree again— your sky grey-silveryour tiny leaves of the wildapple, the budding lilac tossed...
