They began taking the pictures when they were dating although they never really dated. They met in high school and were immediately inseparable. Without ever talking
Debra Marquart
You aren’t being careful, not watching where you’re going, and so it comes as no surprise when you try to lift your foot and find it
Today I’m uniquely positioned for gratitude. Take this painting, hung just for me in this house built just for me too though neither of these things
1. Violent collisions— shoals giving way to brine concentrate the Beaufort Sea thickened into a lens aimed at our theories, our coasted bodies we sink inside.
Rumors say the guys from the volunteer fire department called the infant that because of his footie pajamas the color of the ocean none of them
Vallone di Sea at Gias Balma Massiet, Italy, 1500 meters By lichen-spackled stone walls Granario Fienile Hay loft above The pens Flagstone-slabbed roof still shedding weather
These three poems, excerpted from "Father Daughter Poetry Book Club Redux," are dialogues between me (MDS) and unpublished words written by my father (MS), found after
You ride my back, grip my neck. All the blackberries of summer done— Why are they gone? Cycles are why. Memory is berry full—craves more. Mouth
What do you call yourself at night when only the bats & nightshade can hear you? Girl, girl, girl, sometimes sparrow, lichen, monster, always child. Thing
Calumet Region III Dixon Waterfowl Refuge Artist Statement All around the world, wetlands support a tremendous diversity of plants and wildlife. These ecosystems also
