Church by Susan Austin
“Church” by Susan Austin I leave the mountains to their business and the weather. Heartache does not soften me; it makes me mad for fossiled canyons. I lie down in sweet sage and let the earth hold the ache awhile. Fierce competitor, piety. A map that loved a mountain. I tell you—every day, in every season, wearing every coat ever owned, giving in to disbelief. A dry wind blows inside my legs and heavy heavy...
On the Bluff, in the Wind by Simona Carini
“On the Bluff, in the Wind” by Simona Carini Summer sky blazes Pacific pulsates deep blue On the windblown bluff Indian paintbrush’s flaming bracts bloom: no better space-time ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Simona Carini’s Artist Statement: Born in Perugia, Italy, and a graduate of the Catholic University of the Sacred Heart (Milan, Italy),...
And When Raven Shortcuts by Carrie Nassif
“And When Raven Shortcuts” by Carrie Nassif and when raven shortcuts to the living scarp of red boulders air spare and still overhead her nearly silent flight tsip tsip tsip is my heart beat beating staccato sweeps of her wings cleanse mind-sky like sage this labyrinth is a barnacled tortoise bare feet crunch into its pea-gravel shell toe-heel toe-heel repeat lavender-shaded driftwood like a cool like...
Fields of Hveen by Barbara Sabol
“Fields of Hveen” by Barbara Sabol Denmark should not forget the noble woman who in spirit more than blood was my sister, Sophia, that shining star in our Danish sky. ― Tycho Brahe Now that the long days of summer are spent, when only Venus and a blush of moon could buff the abiding brightness, I am, against all protestation, drawn to...
The Journey by Florence Gharibian
“The Journey” by Florence Gharibian It started with a broken table, It started with a missing song, It started in a midnight’s musing, Thoughts that came before the dawn. It started with a shattered flower, resting in the darkened soil. Petals moving oh so slowly, vanishing beyond the hill. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Florence Gharibian’s Artist...
Off the Moon Path by Jane Schulman
“Off the Moon Path,” by Jane Schulman Here’s the dress I wore when we met on the mountain ridge. Light through pine sparkled gold and scarlet threads. When I slip this dress over my head, I am Helios, God of the Sun, scattering clouds and shadows. For years I followed the moon path – like an eland slips behind a cypress when lions stalk or a sailor reefs the mainsail at the captain’s bark. But on Juniper Ridge my...
Inside the Bowl (Asaayi Lake) by Leeanna Torres
“Inside the Bowl” (Asaayi Lake)” by Leeanna Torres Today I will not be going to Asaayi Lake. Kitcheyan is going to Asaayi Lake, and I am not going with him. I miss seeing the shades of water during different hours of the day, the sun moving in its journey across the sky. I will not be going to Asaayi Lake, but I imagine what it will be like there – soft reds along the bluffs and a light wind. Asaayi’s...
Golden One by Lyndia Radice
“Golden One” art by Lyndia Radice, Artist in Residence, Global Day Camp, November 7 __________________________ Lyndia Radice, Artist’s Statement “Throughout my life, I have drawn, painted, and taken photographs. Music and art are essential parts of my spiritual practice: I strive to see that which matters.” I use a mirror reflection technique to photograph plants, rocks, trees, and creatures. These photos...
“When You Reach the Red” by Gabriela Frank
“When You Reach the Red” by Gabriela Frank “Sometimes she feels that her body is open to the air. There is nothing that separates her from herself.” —The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers by Bhanu Kapil The test of a woman is not in what she will achieve or what she won’t. It is not in how far she will travel nor the height of the mountains she’ll climb. It isn’t in what she will suffer or...