The Covid 19 pandemic is isolating Alaskan writers. We can no longer attend workshops or public readings. The coffee bars where we met with other writers are closed. To bridge these physical gaps, 49 Writers is providing this on-line forum for Alaskans writing the distance. Today, Larry Wright shares a poem and photograph.
Bone Handles
Bone Handles
salmon bones, herring bones, venison draped
bones gripped green by spruce pollen
Snugly distant
tucked unforgotten between white
peaks and a seamless sea of gray
Life connected
masks in dull shades of black and green
memories stuffed in red wrapped wood
Safely distant
draping the hills in minor dramas
one at a time: Bear success or Deer failure
Bone handles
connect me safely to all of you
securely in our old world places
Larry was born, raised, and still lives in Sitka. He is a semi-decrepit 66 years old and a member of the Blue Canoe Writers Group.