Tongue-Lick of Flame It’s been a hard summer, one long exhalation into the pout of heat, the backhand of drought owing its
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Sevenfold Goodbye 1 Ponca We left sea level this morning, headed north on a highway gradually climbing. Now, on the brink of
Henry David was chopping firewood by the pond when a stranger approached. The man wore a broadcloth jacket and trousers and
Alex Checkovich is an instructor of “the body in space” at the University of Richmond, where he teaches freshmen seminars called “Nature-,”
Natural ice is a magnet, dull-gray and powerful. It calls to me, an amateur ice enthusiast and a recreational ice skater. I
Nadya’s arms had tingled exactly this way once before. She’d been nine the day the leaves of the tree outside their box
April. – The first few arrive like memories, swifting themselves back into the mind. There – one’s flitted behind the high tide
I want to tell what the forests were like I will have to speak in a forgotten language. –W.S. Merwin #
My round bear-paw snowshoes, wood-framed and webbed with rawhide, buoyed me within an inch of the snow’s surface. The snow in the
The cuckoo, she’s a pretty bird She warbles as she flies She never says cuckoo Till the fourth day of July. The