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Lori Witzel
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Willamette
The silt-slipped skin off a mounded barrow clouding inlets as the rain carries a wet dust down, tears mixed with mud on my cheeks. Deckled edges—oak and cottonwood leaves turning to coal, slime mold tumuli, drowned grass. A slick of algae greases where I st...
Willamette
Willamette
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Late afternoon
H. Pellikka, " Kaleidoscope ," 2005 Dream-memory fragments, crumbs left in the bottom of a sack full of childhood places—as if I had eaten them all, as if I could. Places I’ve lived, sweet and salty as popcorn disappearing on my tongue: dandelions pushing a...
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Friday
The cat sits glowing in the sunlight that pools on the bed. She’s forgotten to tuck her tongue in after licking my thumb, and leans into my hand, and purrs. The sun teases her (she’s so damp, cowlicked from her ablutions), setting opalescent diadems that ca...
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Gorgoneion
Faye Wei Wei, " To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet ," 2017, courtesy Cob Gallery I was searching for a word for this epoch, our American anti-epithalamium, every stinking breakage a muddy defilement of our marriage bed—the marriage of polity,...
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Gorgoneion
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Catch
dcJohn, " ball and glove ," 2005 The ball was as big as the sun and smelled like glove oil, and leather, and fresh cut grass, and I could barely hold it in my too-large mitt. The sound, when it hit the pocket just right—a soft cough of air; a single, hollow...
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Yardwork
As I soak the ground where the clay’s packed tight at the trunk, loosen its chokehold, soften it, a thousand tiny black ants bubble up—this chitinous fountain, ants clutching pale seeds of larvae, bodies profligate as the tree’s yellow blooms. The ants, as ...
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Yardwork
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Transparent
Thomas Howison, sketch of a gnarled and fallen apple tree , from an 1820 lithograph My guess is, she was planted when the cottage was built. Almost a centenarian, neglected long enough that her water- spouts were almost thick as her central trunk; one low h...
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Base line
Tom Gill, " Valley of the Shadows ," 2013 Taking a measurement, in the sunlight, before the rains come again. Unlike the gentlemen surveyors who parsed and parceled this earth with a Jacob’s Staff and a Gunter’s chain, I frame my survey by ear, by heart. Li...
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Passers-by
National Parks Service , 2015 My mother didn’t see it, but I did—a gray fox, tail tip black as the burnt pine stumps we’d passed. It was hurrying across the asphalt road, towards the woods, stopped while we drove past. A long look over its shoulder. It met ...
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Cresset
skeeze , 2009 I’d like to forge one in the shape of my hands to hold chili pepper suet-cakes (not fatwood), keep the flame of a mating pair of nuthatches lit. Or maybe cast a cresset in a lost-wax mold from a whorl of grand fir branches, bracketing a wildfi...
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Cresset
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