Today is Tuesday, Jun. 19, 2018

READERS WRITE

Split

By Sam Owen

between Cougar Flats and Rising Eagle

looking south and east and back to south

weather vane’s tedious turning predicts

which way I’ll drive outta here, cat

squawling in the back of the car

Fire Summer

By Julie Tate-Libby

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It was the summer of fire
not one, but many
so many
you thought the whole valley would burn
gone up together like some of sort of
end-of-the-world rapture.

Firestorm

By Tamara (Dicus) Hillman

How can this be—in one fell swoop,
only memories remain
of places I so cherished
and would visit once again?
Now only devastation,
ash, and cinders lie
where once I spent my childhood—

Where I’m From

By Marina Bianchi

I am from tall mountains, and pristine rivers

from badminton games on the lawn I helped grow myself,

from snow forts and tree forts and a love of the earth

I am from bad jokes and seal laughs,

I am from “try it, it’s new” and “never give up”

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