(a Golden Shovel) Straw Dog Writers Guild’s WriteAngles Conference “Through the Thicket of Thorns Stories Grow” rising creakily from the straw an aging farm dog struggles to follow horses and riders as in prior years. sun gilds eastern hills with its early morning rite. a slanting beam of light angles across the conference of mists […]
By Carla Manene Cooke I am from northeastern woods from leafy shade in summer stark gray bark in winter I am from skunk cabbage first green in vernal lowlands I am from spring ephemerals bloodroot and wild ginger trillium and Jack-in-the-pulpit I am from swamp-spawned mosquitoes that swarm in clouds around my head—must keep pace
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