Conversation with a Young Day Hiker, Above Marmot Pass, Olympic Mountainsi Striding, he catches us on our duffs, exclaims What a spot! He distracts us from gouda, smoked trout, Snyder’s Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems. To say nothing of lines that peaks and ridges cut into lowering light, Mount Mystery’s vertex acute enough to balance a compass needle. Twenty years—we … Continue Reading ››
Long ago, this colony met in secret congress with itself to fix the hour of its future dissolution, a date stamp invisible to that fiction called “self”, an accident which arose from the assembled elements. And when, tired of this drunken stupor of oxygen and blood, my constituent tribes disband, the first to leave, slipping away drop by drop, will be that which comprises the bulk of … Continue Reading ››
The pit presses informing evidence— A map of dimensions, torso and all, More than scored, the peach is revealed Scarlet from the stone’s wall. Take note of that coronal rose Seeped into its swaddle through, We discover by devouring it All that the peach knew.