Return A lone tree white with blossom Mountains fall toward blue Ridges recede into evening sky Whose sable brush strokes this softly? I count horizons home Soon we’ll be gone The road wet with rain. Bumthang Valley, Bhutan These poems crisscross the Pacific: from an elegy for a forest in Alaska to […]
A work of art defines itself into being, when we awaken into it and by it, when we are moved, altered, stirred. If feels as if we have done nothing, only given a little time, a little space; some hairline-narrow crack opens in the self, and there it is. Jane Hirshfield In an improvisation class
Lily Lewis – Caines Head A poem popped from between the covers of a book, posted on a sign along a mountain trail or beside the shimmer of a lake, greets an unsuspecting reader in a new frame of mind. In that moment, when weather and traveler and language converge, magic is afoot. Poems in
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Independence Mine (photo by Mike Criss) I lost my way on Raspberry Road, driving without good directions on a recent stay in Anchorage and turned into a side road to make a U turn. In the August sun, the bright glint of metal caught my eye as a man in shorts and a faded teeshirt
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At the Chena River, with “The Blue Fish,” by Frank Soos Is it fitting to begin a blog post about a uniquely Alaskan project Poems in Place from my small rented room in Hanoi, Vietnam? As the coordinator of this rich and amazing project I divide time between my home in Alaska and projects overseas.
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Late last August I was running along a meadow trail when an undeniable idea arrived that Kim Cornwall’s poem, What Whales and Infants Know, should be placed on a sign at Beluga Point, in Chugach State Park. The astonishing beauty of Kim’s poem called to be in this place. When I first met Kim she
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