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In a Warp Of Reality And Time
by Rory Baskin I am a child of the earthrunning full tilt through the grassuntil the world is askewand I tumble and am cradled by the mudragged clothes stained with sunsoaked greenI am wild, tangle-haired and pink-cheekedthe scars on my knees whisper stories to any who approachbut will draw a map if you ask nicelyI…
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A Gardener’s Note
by John Grey Artist: Leigh Skomal I fertilize my garden with coffee grounds and eggshells.I bury them gently, like dead birds. This enhances the soilwith nitrogen, calcium, iron, magnesium and chromium.I could concoct a fellow human with less. The loam atopis laid softly, deliberately. For this is not burial. It’s construction.Where else am I so…
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In A Day’s Work
by Andy Betz Artist: Dawn Siler Perchance to not dreamThe ability to legitimately designCreate what is thoughtTempting form and function to entwine With perspicience on a limited leaseAnd serendipity in slews beyond scoreBring forth what the doge demandsAnd what the masses will adore. Andy Betz Andy Betz has tutored and taught in excess of 40…
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Two Poems
by Leah Mueller Artist: Tom Quigley Missoula Your town along the Clark Fork Riveroverflows with homeless tents,cluttering the bucolic landscapeat a similar ratio to Los Angeles or San Francisco: cardboard scraps,ripped tarpaulins, discarded REI tentsresuscitated from dumpstersand repurposed into homes. I remember your extendedvagabond stint in 1980s Madison— sleeping on heated parking rampsin the depths…
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Lovesick Musings
by Joshua Byrne Artist: Lucia Tsujiguchi GoodbyeAmidst whispered pines,Love’s flame fades to twilight’s kiss,Farewell’s gentle sigh. Moonlite KissesSurrendering stars,dance upon the ocean’s edge,time’s waves in our hands. Natures TruthFeathers wear the wind,Whispers in a silent wood,Trees speak what they should. Joshua Byrne My name is Joshua Byrne, I am an 18 year old student.
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Two Poems
by James Piatt The Enigma of Non-beingmy mind wandersstumbles.fallswinter winds fill minuteswith cold uncertaintyand… something elsei stagger listeningto echoes of absurdityi hearsomeone from Nowheresobbing for those like methentimelessness silence wonderingechoing nothingnessmemories lost in darknessof uncertaintylonely contents buildin the vastness of briny tears. Reality VanishedArriving in the late hoursof an iron colored metallic night,rusting symbolscovered with…
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Three Poems
David Murphy won the Seaton Fellowship for Creative Writing in 2006. He served as the editor-in-chief of Touchstone, a literary magazine published by Kansas State University. He has published most recently in The Fourth River, Papyrus, and Saint Somewhere. He lives and writes outside in a pueblo outside of Tepic, Mexico.
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Western Landscapes
Kathleen Frank Santa Fe artist paints the Western landscape in vibrant hues, capturing light and pattern in complex terrains. Career highlights include: numerous museum and gallery exhibitions; High Desert Museum Curator’s Choice Award; Art in Embassies/U.S. State Department selection Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia; work in permanent collections; and features in numerous fine art publications.
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Fly Fishing
by Michael Steffen So much leaping and letting go,flicking your wrist to a shadowyou thread line through, lacingsurface to writhing depth,summoning tension. Between rocks,cutthroat and rainbow shelter.Entice the unseenwith a four-count rhythm,slice the air with a gentle arcand let your line lay downacross the back of another world.Retrieve. Repeat. You are searchingfor something shimmering, deepand…
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grazing
by RC deWinter grazingthere’s a slyness in the changeable lightof winterthe morning sun often nothing but a tease slain by snowcloudsblowing infrom the southeast blanketing the sky with grey wooldamp heavywith its burden of moisture that will be transformed intotiny starsnot a twin among them falling in a baptism of frigid kissesbriefly burningany skin exposed…