Equinox Siesta by David Lee

Equinox Siesta by David Lee A mirage is the desert dreaming about the ocean who used to live here. —Baucis Rojas 1 The desert yawns and sprawls, laden with sky, flecked red on gold the memory of snuffed starlight, its belly shimmering a Monet canvas Warm air over the...

Down to Bluff

Down to Bluff by Diane Fouts Deb and I go a hundred miles to hear poems, at least that’s the reason we give. Truth is, we’re running away driving fast, leaving our hearts and their impossible situations behind. We chase the possibilities inherent in two...

Sphaeralcea ambigua

Sphaeralcea ambigua by Ann Johnson I measure friends by promises kept; so it is I have few friends and a plethora of cohorts. Of those cohorts, man puzzles me the most. He, of multiple variations, his family, genus, species convoluted and complex, I cannot trust;...
The Valley Fremont

The Valley Fremont

The Valley Fremont by E.P. Pectol Come with me and see a picture Of a valley I will show, Drawn by Nature. Grand Old Artist, Many hundred years ago. Here he paints the river Fremont Sluggish, sullen, flowing down Heedless of the cry for water Of the dry and parching...