Headwaters
byBelieve me, we have met our obligations, made ourselves into terrain, behaved like rivers between hills, let sediment settle, warm, fertile, into our beds,…
Poetry
After the Ascension
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No one wanted to look at each other. No one wanted to speak, to be the first to speak. But we had to. Walking...
Amidah (Standing Prayer)
byOn the path to the river, nature’s rarest colors: cadmium. Blue that once meant holiness. White here stands for cool observation: telephone wires ruled…
Keys for a Crown
byI stopped, stunned by flower- shrine—hidden, not shy— my companions, unenraptured, pulled us past. Could any see Tall stalks—rope tying keys to the papal…
Three Poems
bySudan -For the last male white rhino Today is new year in Antarctica, so I found a rib bone in a bookshelf. The death…
Two Poems
byRedbud Flamingo-beaked buds open on bare branches. Pollen-drunk, the long-tongued bees mount bright blossoms. Startled, petals burst pink against a blue sky. Only after…
Two Poems
by“Why We Need Ponds” To break the monotony of crops we need ponds to be, on our home places, the eyes that never close…
Tree Meditation
byThis wide, aged dogwood blooms with the ivory of old teeth. Last year, a flock of cedar waxwings vanished among new leaves and fading…
Running Side By Side
byIn her Oct. 9, 2019 essay in The Paris Review, Naja Marie Aidt writes of how poetry and language make it possible to understand…
When I Stand Beneath The Stars
byAfter “When I Am Among the Trees” by Mary Oliver When I stand beneath the stars North, Dog, Scorpio, the Dippers even Venus and…