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
Readers Write
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”
for I am only a leaf on my family tree,
with all my past supporting me
I am from taking risks and crossing countries,
from climbing mountains and surfing seas
I am from city lights and sunday games on the TV
I am from places I could never belong
Y lugares ojalá pudiera (And places I wish I could)
Why we garden: It probably makes us happier
By Ari LeVaux With the days getting longer, a gardener’s thoughts inevitably turn to that blank patch of dirt where he or she will spend an inordinate amount of time come summer. Why do we do this? If all you want from your garden is the calories, there are much easier ways to get them. But […]
