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Archive for the ‘Wilderness (Mar/Apr 2009)’ Category

Your Body is a Much Wilder Land by Kathy Nguyen

A silent thud touches the ground
and a burst of leaves and birds
shoots in the air

like an Old Geyser.

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Little Things by Penny Luker

If the credit crunch has hit you
and slapped you on the head,
take the sunshine from the daffodils;
it will stand you in good stead.

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The Wilderness Room by Anne Brooke

After her husband died, Elise began to visit the room he called the library more often. When Gerald had been alive, it had always been his domain and she’d never liked it. The windows were too small and sunlight never quite seemed to reach the tall shelves of books lining the wall from floor to ceiling.

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The Red Tree by Carmen Alexandra

When that one red fire tree sticks above the rest
on that autumn mountain,
I’m glad you saw it

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Haiku Nocturnal by Nancy Lee Shrader

Nocturnal means night
Hunters and prey scurry here
Death sounds in the night

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The Indigo Child by Theresa Cecilia Newbill

Some say it is a punishment from God and that the sorrows of the land do not reach the justice and mercy from Heaven.

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Call of the Wild by Nancy Lee Shrader

Coyotes’ night cry
We hear the call of the wild
They howl at the moon

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A step off the trail by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

A step off the trail
lands me in the undergrowth
of new ideas
Watching for stones and snakes
flicking away flies

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Something Alive by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

Something alive beneath the soil
writhes and stretches

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Is Your Mother Home? by Yvette Managan

That summer we threw snowballs at each other on July 4th. We skinny dipped in the ocean and walked between steep cliffs, on quivering rope bridges, while our sister screamed in terror. But mostly, that summer, we met Arnie the O.P.

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Babbling Brook by Nancy Lee Shrader

Babbling brook winding slow
As if it had nowhere to go
Rippling waters soothing song
Singing softly all the day long

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Why I Love You by Danielle Jackson

Your mind is a forest: uninterrupted,
wild, and when literary winds drift
in words you plant them to blossom

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Chasing The Dragon by Pat West

No one knows where this began—too much came together
to create this crisis.

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Table Mountain by Iris Macor

Once there was a beautiful place, a mountain shorn and seeded, carpeted with wild flowers that perfumed the air, the ground flat and even beneath my feet. I could walk to the edge and let my legs dangle, all the world spread below in green and gold, dream-haze heat rising from the pavement winding through the valley.

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JC 101 by Tiffany Kildale

To hear her tell it I was a hair twirling, gum snapping, airhead when we first met. She loves to tell the story; she has witnesses to back her up and can reenact our first meeting on a moment’s notice. No amount of disagreement on my behalf can prove her wrong. She thought I was an idiot the first time she met me.

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The Life and Crimes of Neville Grimes by Penny Luker

Neville Grimes was not a pleasant man. Nor was he typical or normal in any way. He had started his working life at sixteen, taken all the overtime he could and saved. He invested and took out insurance schemes and counted his assets. Friday nights he enjoyed the most because he indulged in counting up how much money he was worth.

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Lost Boy by Penny Luker

She walked the city streets calling his name

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Send in the Clowns by Ann Tinkham

“Give me funny. What’s your idea of funny?” said Claire to the man sitting across from her in the studio of Cirque de Quirk. He had the big bulbous nose of a drunk, spiked jet black hair, watery eyes, and a half-moon mouth.

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iWilderness by iDrew

you turn up
half an hour late
smelling of beer and say
what’s up babe

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