Larry Kimmel's Meadow Gospel

by | Apr 8, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

Meadow Gospel    Where the grass is luxurious, she lies with an arm across her eyes, her skirt to mid-thigh.   What the mind can’t spit, you live with as a kind of shrapnel or you digest it.  Food  for a healing growth.  Enabled by...

Tony Vowles' Zen moment

by | Apr 7, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

After Zen My moment came when the old manshowed me the outside of the inside door: Don't show me your sufferingshow me your insight! and I knew my wagging tail steered me,heard the grasshopper'sincessant prodding and questioning at my...

Ross Hattaway is standing on the river bed

by | Apr 6, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

Finke River, Hermannsburg, 1988The celebration is on the coast.Here I stand in the middle of a river bedforty million years deep.  This land that is ownedand not ownedin ten minutesowns me.The land doesn’t need me but the river’s hands hold my feet.The heart of...

Susan Rukeyser wants this to go no further

by | Apr 4, 2011 | Prose & Poetry

Mother LiesWe’ll keep this between us, okay?    Yesterday, my boy was wild.  He whooped and circled, dodged the tall thin trunks of Longleaf Pines.  Bare feet stamped a forest floor soft with the dead and dying.  Here and there, a sharp...